Absence Makes the Heart

Another late night,
piled on to the last forty-two
since sleep is futile
when I haven’t got you.

And these sleepless nights
are followed by endless days
which all run together
in this lovesick haze.

If you came back to me today,
the pain would still be there,
since your absence is better
than you total lack of care.

© Autumn Siders 2017

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