Time Out of Mind
And now, a poem not about that at all.
Within these lines, one will not find a trace.
An absence somewhat short that feels quite tall;
Undue, the darkened hole left in that space.
A crushing, fleeting nothing passes soon
whenever crushing absence seems to be.
A song undone can always change its tune,
but changes only come impossibly.
Now, silence reigns, and yet I can’t relax.
Alone at last, a shadow seems to loom.
Not speaking never sparked panic attacks.
Not feeling never caused a spinning room.
Inattention now measured unwanted.
Absence departing may still leave haunted.