A to Z Poetry: Absence


Absence


Absence

We'll never see eye to eye, 
If you don't let me grow,
if I don't let you fly.

No longer babies, no longer teens.
Perceiving things by different means
I see blues. You see greens.

I tell the truth. You tell me I lie. 
Not understanding as 
I walk away with a sigh. 


Middle age. Both busy, both immersed.
Crossing t's and dotting i's
Embroiled in our daily lives.

We'll never see eye to eye, 
If you don't let me grow,
if I don't let you fly.

Love laced with strings 
snap and sting,
When you run out of sight. 

You leave, I grieve. 
You return, I accept.
Never demanding the words one would expect.


We'll never see eye to eye, 
If you don't let me grow,
if I don't let you fly.

Some day when we are old and spry
There'll be no more eggshells, 
and no more why's.

Perhaps, then we'll see eye to eye. 

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