Presence in Absence
Wading through the crowded place,
In search of a permanent place,
Forever presence in an empty space,
A place in the mist of estranged glance,
Deep down in the heart of deceptive pretense,
In the arms of a reluctant frozen embrace,
The place where your memories have been erased, without a trace, but...
What an irony, they say,
You are present not in your ignored existence,
But in your absence,
When your absence is felt,
And when they miss your presence!
