Grandeur Of Melancholy
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Absence Theorem

I've been gone for too long.
Absence, but of what,
looking down the avenue of leaving.

Looking but they all have a similar way about them.
These towers have to be ours.

Such beauty myriad of windows
into the soul, with many souls,
but they have come down 
this hall of false memory.

And it looks on as a ruin,
but in my mouth, I stomach 
today as a foreigner in a
strange country.

Absence; becomes the heart fonder
they say.
But what if it only grows more grey 
with the next wave of days,
and it is not like I forget.
Sign points me this direction and
I take the other. Reverse psychology,

cannot reach; the person I was never close to.

All omnipotent as if links that get stronger
distances distancing.

Who I want, matters not,
in these castles built 
and nobody wants
you around.

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