Absent
Without leave.
I know you can still hear me
And see where I have been
And if you thought about it
You’d take it on the chin.
Then there would be a dichotomy
A chasm and a rift
And by not thinking about it
It really cannot shift.
Now you’re missing in action
Absent without leave
Too far away for me to know
To celebrate or grieve.
Acceptance is the answer
Though nagging in my heart
Wondering if it’s over
Have we moved off the chart?
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Will we call it a chapter?
Sentence or paragraph
A glitch in the proceedings
Or right off the seismometer graph.
Why leave things up in the air
When we should terminate
Disembark and move on
Before it gets too late.
In between the lines, I read
The pain and retribution
A cloak of Armour that you wear
Change and substitution.
I don’t know where you have gone
Can we break the habit?
Absent without leave is just one other way
Of dealing with the havoc.
©
David Rudder
2024
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