Absence in Presence
Just before her flight left,
she came up
from the basement,
her cleaning tasks
complete,
and smiled at me.
In the background, music,
a Golden Oldie,
the Rolling Stones playing
‘This could be the last time.’
Present in her eyes,
and in my heart,
the thought,
more than a thought,
the knowledge
that those words
might actually be true.
rogermoorepoet 
Up, Up and . . .
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… away – in my beautiful balloon!
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A short punch to the gut. This poem is a delicately moving piece, Roger.
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Thank you for the comment, Louise. Alas, I am getting to that age – a rolling stone and gathering no moss!
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Evocative and poignant Roger
Jon Masters P.Eng., C.., MICE
18-26123 Twp Rd 511,
Spruce Grove, AB,
Canada. T7Y 1B9
Phone or text: 780-913-2991
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Thanks, Jon! One of those moments to remember.
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