The absence is not temporary
the person who has left us; the person we have left
We do not feel the pain of separation a single time,
it repeats itself over and over again, as though we need a fresh reminder
We feel their absence when we hear certain music
when we go to a particular restaurant, when we smell her perfume
The loss is neither momentary nor brief
it is a long series of bruises, several cuts,
not a single moment
not a single morning
title- thanks to Lawnjart