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While You Are In Absentia

September 4, 2018
By Madeliaccola PLATINUM, Asheville, North Carolina
Madeliaccola PLATINUM, Asheville, North Carolina
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my heart will tally through winter

for the prospect of sunbeams.


The irises of my welling eyes

will become a duller teal

and no one will notice

past my lipsticked smile.

My forehead will be eclipsed

as my vision clouds,

allowing my thoughts

to disarray into prismatic shards.


Every last melody will be yours;

therefore, I will adore them all.


My phantom fingers will

tour and explore through

your midnight mess of hair

until you drift into dreaming.

They may sweep across

your lashes, as if to strum them

like the teeth of a comb,

then down and over your freckles,

as if I could smear them

into the rest of your colors.


Should you twitch and grin,

I’ll halt my hands and allow you

to wake in the warmth

of my blush and exposure

and I’ll explain in a whisper

that I cannot sleep yet,

for there is that chance

my foolish subconscious

creates a fleeting dream

without you.


The author's comments:

This is one of my numerous love poems, but also probably my favorite so far. Its one of my few with a clear and dramatic shift, and is also very honest and detailed. It's for someone I've already dedicated some poems to, both on this site and in my documents, so therefore I'll keep the name secret, mostly out of embarrassment. It's kind of strange though, because this piece is partially about the more small and obscure things about love that can be somewhat seen as silly or embarrassing. I suppose these things are just easier to say in a poem than a brutally plain thought. Readers will probably relate if they've ever loved the small and strange things about someone, or if they have ever badly missed someone. Alla prossima!


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