An absence of an existence,
happens to be his greatest presence.
Memories of haunted conversations
and a possible curse…
having found a muse, accidental…
And having been one –
for hope, dreams and life itself…
At being called a best friend;
she can never grant the life he wanted,
Or shrug off the association…
even in dust or ashes,
when the spirit will be free to move-
outside the wretched,
held together by duct tape.
The presence of absence
holds a sense of responsibility,
albeit the attachment,
avec the consistent heavy heart
makes her run away….
from a city of memories,
from a curse in the air,
and eventually, from herself.