Poesy and Prose

Absent

I miss you when you're here. 

And when you're gone I cannot forget. 

Yet my absence goes unseen. 

There is sweetness, honey, upon each return. 

Yet it fades. Away. 

Drips and seeps to patch our cracks. 

I should depart, only then will you insist to keep me. 

Abandon first, so I am trapped. 

Loyalty is not given: trust is earned, not taken. 

Evaporate, absentee. 

Neglect us. Stay.