Amber's Absence  |  Ted Frisbie

Soon to return,

Sleeping jewelry shakes off

Slumber for your touch

Rings that held your curves,

Beads that encircle your neck;

your halo strung low.

On the weekends, we

Are in solidarity;

We all hold your shape.

In times apart, I

am the greener (jealousy);

though I lack your sweat

against me.   Still, you

always leave the odd ring to

haunt my company.

These past ten days, we

Have been tragic companions,

Brought together

by mutual longing

for the woman none of us

may close in embrace.

How alike we are;

empty circles brought to life

By encircling you.

Today you return.

How we all will begrudge the

Stones warmed by your skin.

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