Come, if you can, and look for me in the dark,
Or is it the absence of light
That let's you see me as I am?
Touch the skin of my thigh tonight.
Feel the cool with your fingertips.
Is it the absence of heat that keeps us warm ?

What is this absence of you I feel?
The words escape me now
To tell you what it was before,
Or to explain just how it's come to be.
Hate is not quite the absence of love,
Life not the absence of death,
But my face shows the absence of smile,
My heart the absence of breath
Truly inspired, or made to breathe
By laughter and wry giggles and sighs.

Nature abhors the absence of you,
And so do I .

-jenn