Baduy

Absence

I’d like to imagine

you

were just in a vacation,

having fun

with friends and family,

not lovers.

I’d like to imagine

you

were arrested in our bed,

daydreaming

of things here and to come,

and not gone.

I’d like to imagine

you

were in some kind of heaven,

white with wings,

floating about like angels,

not burning (out).

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