Absence is not just emptiness,
Absence is one reality
replaced by another.
What is there when you’re not here?
What reality do you live
when you’re not in mine?
Absence makes the heart grow
fonder, but
Absence means out of sight, out
of mind.
Whose heart, I wonder, grows
fonder, and
Who goes out of their mind?
Aah Sam your poem makes my heart ache for all those who are no longer here. Where are they gone? [Tomorrow I bury my uncle, my mother’s brother. I know she is taking this hard, so soon after Dad’s passing. And yes, it hurts, all over again.]
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Edith, I’m so sorry about your uncle. It often amazes me how something we post, knowing nothing of another’s circumstances, can somehow have relevance. Maybe this post can help a bit in the understanding that one reality is just as real as another, it’s just not the one we’re currently in. By that I mean, no one is ever really, really gone, they’re just not here.
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Lovely and thoughtful…
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Lovely, Sam. So thought-provoking – how life is never the same when someone we love leaves.
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Thanks, Kathy. I’m trying to recall what I was thinking about when I wrote that. I think it was in reference to my former husband’s death but it might even have been about my beloved horses, too. I realized at some level that nothing is the same when something or someone leaves our reality but at the same time, they’re never really gone since they affected our reality, this reality, in some way, so they’re always with us.
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Today was a day of deep and painful surprises. A blended family function made my side of the family come up very very short and dredged up all of those long ago dreams that no longer are even possible to resurrect. Nice work on our part.
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Thanks for coming by, Joie. I’m sorry things might not have turned out as well as you’d hoped but maybe lost dreams that can’t be resurrected can be the precursors to new (and better?) dreams. I wish you well.
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Loved this poem! Keep on writing!
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Thanks, Sherrie. I haven’t been writing much poetry lately but I’m feeling the urge again, faint tho’ it is. I’ll try!
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