To you, if ever you should go...
Your absence now is everywhere.
The room is filled with you're-not-here.
If I like sand could sift the air,
My hands would fill with not-yet-tears.
You're gone not yet, but promise soon
My missing-you will reach the moon.
Before you leave you want to know
If I will write you, keep in touch.
Suppose I want you not to go;
To stay with me, that we might find
If friendship into more would grow?
For you to stay, is that too much
To ask of one so dear to me?
And if it is, I'm not the kind
To bind your heart despairingly
With bankrupt pleas. So I'll not dare--
When you depart--my loss to share.
For then my hopelessness would show
To you, if ever you should go.
~Mark A. Rector
[She forgot to take this poem home with her, leaving it on a work counter that night.]
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