An Absence Of You

The Morning sun rose over an absence of you.
Every breath shallow and stale.
Every song semmingly sad
every sight altered and askew.
surreal

like a simulation of life
like a stage set but unoccupied.

eighty three years of you on earth
my existense
my sisters
our children
their children

and now, an absense of you.
I miss you mom.

by S.MICHAEL DOWNS

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