It is not in the goodbye
where my pain lies...
the hurt of the anticipated parting
lives in the sweet agony of
our being together
I cannot go home…
home is where the heart is and
my heart is not there
it has no residence but in
your hands
I’ll wait for darkness before I leave…
I will not turn on a light tonight
will not burn a single candle
I will not see the bed which is
still unmade
YURI DURAAN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/absence-23/
