To an absent friend

 

Your presence in your absence
is as palpable and shining still
as ever the eternal sun beyond the clouds
that ne’ertheless gives daylight every day.
How can one miss you
when you are so omnipresent?
There’s no surer way of getting home
than going for a journey,
for there’s but one aim of every journey,
which is to get back to the beginning.
All life is a journey
filled with longing to get through with it,
but all we long for is for home,
back to where we all came from,
a nostalgia for the mother’s womb of life
which we do actually all have in common.
So, my friend, you are not gone
but merely on your way back home.

 

© aurelio 2020
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Featheredwing

Loved your poem, it sums up everything I feel.

Featheredwing.

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