Sadness at Absence

By John I. Blair

Sadness at absence –
Old song, old book
On every shelf,

Imagined laughter,
Missed touch,
Fantasized fragrance.

I want to take you up,
Embrace, kiss,
Look and look and look.

That won’t be;
So here I’ll sit,
Blue, silent;

Write this
And caress
My aching self.

©2010 John I. Blair