There Is No Substitute For Presence
the promises of promises
are nothing but promises
it is absence looking for
the perfection of presence
when you leave i shall not
keep on remembering you
i shall close the door and
ring the phone for by then
she will come and take care
of what you have not done.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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