of absence and presence

the absence of you is ever present in me though you had left, traces of you remain like a poisoned fragrance a lethal temptation like the nightmare at dawn a bitter companion like the remnant of a sting though i did turn my cheek how i long for the presence of you to be forever absent in me

Stranded!

Stranded! Beyond the sand dune I noticed him Grateful to find a saviour How was I to know He was thinking the same of me...