Absentia

I’m absent
I’m not here
I never was
Or was I, ever?

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I’m not present with my friends
My present worries
That seem so important to them
Are trifling small
To absent me

Where am I?

I’m lost in the storm
I’m smelling the geosmin
I’m floating on dark seas
Of last year’s memories.