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If it was Absent from Here, and There

If time was absent from me, how can I wait for next chance to see you looking forward to looking at your face and smile?


If time was absent from us, how can we wait for next chance to gather, so looking forward to talking at our place and trial.


If space was absent from you, how can you make for next dance together, so looking forward to knowing at your phrase and good jive.


If space was absent from us, how can we trail for next stance to gather, and spiral up?


Even if we all forcibly confined to own space and never meet again, who could take our mind’s anticipation?
What could scratch our mind’s imagination?


All worrying must be present of solution, at another day.
All afraid emotion must be given for being given ease at another advent afterward storm ceases the heyday.


All meeting and being in life but knowing death at another day once in all lifespan must rely on any presence, around us, but perhaps if even absence was absent from anywhere, how can we long for seeing from someone and something’s meeting again?


Here must be there for there, there must be here for there, but anytime our own mind must keep here and there, each particularly and together occasionally.
Because, even if so stronger threat assaults us, nothing could demolish our own idea even once in a while thinking of absence, but another chance in a while presence.


Hence, if some matters try to do so to us, out of the blue, probably they could never talk to another mutually like us and they could be jealous to us, in absence from doing like us, so joyfully!


(Mar. 26th. 2020)