I am the empty seat.
The unoccupied side of the bed.
The clothes that don't see the light of day
In a dusty wardrobe.
That distance not traversed.
I am, oft, absent.
but I want to be that cup of coffee
That sits on your desk.
As you write your letters.
Once a while you will look at me.
And hold me.
I hope this warmth would suffice.
In absence of mine.
KL, 9.18 pm, Aug 10th, 2015.