My Delicious Honey

I looked ahead and in looking seeing
She had left long before she ever arrived and,
Being just here, she was not.

Her absence sensed before it firmed
Her presence the confirmation.
Clarity her course unfettered passage:
A life staged of all those lived,
Except the one, perhaps, a lapsed cry and,
Her being just here, she was not.

There is nothing here, nothing for you and,
Being nothing, so stronger the intangibles,
So sowed fear, so fled the indistinct.
And which self, giving lay to the absence,
Dared not face the illuminated shutter?
Which self in part, briefly braved the one?
"I am just here,” she often said!
The eclipsed glow, the lapsed reach
Just here, but just enough, to be not.

Clarity her course unfettered passage:
There is nothing here for you, I care, I do!
It would not be fair to you; I don’t know!
You never said nor did I.
From promises never made
The unmade breached the unset.
Disappearance then followed on
Silent face turned away.
“I am just here,” she often said and,
So she was, just enough, to be not.



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My Delicious Honey