Absence

 He woke in sweat, in the midnight, upset 

Hollow heart filled with memories of regret.

The dreams still bled of her smile and face.

Trying hard to forget, 

Through the puffs of cigarette 

He realised wide awake in bed, 

Her smell, her feel, words unsaid, 

Had left his heart in a mess; 

Absence was indeed her presence in grace.

© Suranya