ABSENCE
Promises were quite tall 
And expectations so high
When there was a distance 
in between turning
breath into a big sigh ,
but reaching the threshold
I find how
things go beyond my hold ,
as you play truant
like the moon
in a cloudy night
and it seems
rivers have run dry
and waves, gone out of sight
when you are not there
it is all clear
nothing is all right .