She forgets she is forgotten.
She seeks the invisible,
A reflection concealed by his words.
She yearns to be wanted.
She reaches for the departed,
A spirit who kissed her good-bye.
She wishes to be hopeful.
Her breath chases the dandelion,
A childish desire in a mournful heart.
©11/2018
Whiskey Tales and Spells 
This is pretty. I love the title; I can relate. 😚
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You can relate to me being presently absent? Smiles. I agree with that.
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Yes, but I have some insight as to why. That doesn’t make it easier though. Good to see your writing. 😊
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It doesn’t make it easier for me, either — but it does help to be able to read your words on WP.
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Well, you know where I live too, so we’ll be fine. ♡
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Smiles. Okay, Neighbor.
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