not knowing

i was happy before

in the ignorance of not knowing
i was living without you

but now
you are more present
in your absence
than any of the things around me
that i can touch with certainty
at any time

the emptiness left by the imprint of your soul
has become the shape in which
i live my life.


  1. Sam Tomich

    Do you have a book of your poems? I would be thrilled to own one!


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