Missing: A New Insight
More than ever I am capable
Of understanding missing: absence irreversible.
It may be a development of understanding:
Love, its contribution.
When the wellspring’s fount is gone,
You’ve got to find another well to tell your notions to
Along with all the other things you feel or do.
Yes, missing:
Messing up, and messing with
One’s being
For the lack of ever seeing
Who or what has gone.
Thing or person, old or young,
When done is done it’s done forever.
‘Missing’ rhymes, in its own way
With ‘mystery’ – the mystery of staying.
Nothing, no one does or may.
Missing 9.3.2021 Birth, Death & In Between III; Arlene Nover Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 