I don’t mind the test at all.
I walk through your absence,
practicing my balance
as addition.
It is a subtle ache,
to be carried as a treasure
and multiplied.
A pain,
far better than anothers touch,
anothers kiss
my pleasure subtracted.
Reaching for that spot,
where you should be,
There is nothing but fullness.
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