It is easy to miss a moment when we are all preoccupied with the little things. The moment of truth passes us by. No going back and no reeling it back either. It is that whisper that often tells us and often ignore. And in a second, we let love slip away; so the hunger begins.

when love comes there
where the sun rests,
and all rodeos heed their
horses stop to kneel
before the arrival
of the night sky–
I can feel, at once, the fury
of stars that scarcely see
your presence and absence
are both the same… I
begin to miss and love
you more simultaneously
in your digression

-mr gahon 8/13/13


About mr gahon

poet... writer... culinarian... i like to work with food that appeals to the senses, write words that taste even better View all posts by mr gahon

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