pen-umbra

[hisveryabsence]

i shall not regret, nor will i weep,
come what may, come what dare,
for the dream i could not live,  
nor for the heart i could not wear...

it matters not why i chose to stray,
it matters little which gate which door,
neither the faded markings on the trees,
nor the breadcrumbs on the floor...

why what i rather wish to see,
was not the twilight of your hair,
neither the lightning of your smile,
nor the oasis of your stare...

how barren still is my parched pen,
for lacking words for me to spare,
to either speak to those not here,
or always say what is not there...