Absence

It's like the way your cell phone
causes your jeans to sag
just a little on the one side.
An unnecessary weight,
and you carry it like an excuse.

It's just sad, you know.
The way your eyes sink and gloss
like some kind of magic eight ball
that reveals the same answer over and over:
misery, it is decidedly so.

You choose nothing as the solution,
consoled by your own voice repeating,
I don't have a choice.

I watch you fall lower and lower,
turn off all communique.
What I offer you is not enough.



Taylor Copeland is the founder and co-editor of Decompression, a female centered poetry zine. She most recently was published in Drown In My Own Fears and has work coming in Up the Staircase and Metro Mag Voices. When not splitting time between a full time job and part time classes, she listens to music, reads obsessively, likes pink things, drinks too much coffee, drives aimlessly and falls in love too easily. She is unashamed of all of it.