MARIO MEDINA

ABSENCE​

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I live your absence,

Relentless,

Through the silent knocks

Against stone and wood.

 

 
I carved my life,

Of triumphs and light,

Just to see

Your happiness at sun-rise.

 

 
Your hands polished

My being each day,

And even my disposition

Shone brightly.

 

 
Our sculptures—

Solid, simple, refined—

Were a fine, fragile, intimate bond

Of emotions and feelings.

 

 
You left ten smiles behind.

 

 
Now you run free with the wind.
 

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