Absent
A woman once a girl;
A note become a song;
A bud become a flower,
That grew when I was gone
I never could be there
To witness as she climbed,
Nor see her petals open,
Her heart bent toward the sky
While those around her promised,
Yet ravaged her with words,
And poisoned all her perfect fruits,
And scarred her gentle earth
For my heart stayed in slumber,
Though dreaming of her still,
But never did I tend to her
While others bent her will
And when I woke, I grieved
To see her standing there,
So strong, and sad, and beautiful,
While I slept unaware.
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