It is not in the goodbye <br />where my pain lies... <br />the hurt of the anticipated parting <br />lives in the sweet agony of <br />our being together <br /> <br />I cannot go home… <br />home is where the heart is and <br />my heart is not there <br />it has no residence but in <br />your hands <br /> <br />I’ll wait for darkness before I leave… <br />I will not turn on a light tonight <br />will not burn a single candle <br />I will not see the bed which is <br />still unmade<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/absence-23/
