Poem: Too Long Since I Saw Him

Too Long Since I Saw Him

or even heard anything,
a word of any kind.
I had tried, had reached out,
but only silence,
nothing else.
It could mean anything
or nothing.  I know that.
He disappears.  He goes off
and is gone and returns.
That is how it is.
He has obligations,
and, also, past-times
and friends, lovers,
various acquaintances
who fit either or both
or other descriptors,
and, also, he vanishes
into time away,
time alone.  I know.
That is how he is.
I should accept it,
and I do not question it,
which is close,
I do not think it is wrong
or consider that he might change,
but I do think
it is inconvenient.
It would be preferable
to have a friend
I knew would be here,
but it is who he is
that makes us friends,
though we are also
quite different
in certain ways.

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