it is not your fiery presence
in the great proclamation of being
that is noticed and outstanding;

rather –

it is your silent heart’s absence,
your bleak, dark, black hole emptiness
that screams out as obvious and forlorn;

and you, you my friend are an empty space,
a vacuum of loving possibility
in the great and proud crowd of joy
that could have been
just a little
more
with you…