for Kate

Why is it when someone whom I think doesn't even notice me makes an issue of my absence it feels good on some levels...sort of the reverse of being ignored by a lover, a pleasant "not taking for granted"?

This is for Kate, who noted my absence:

So you told me I had been gone too long.
Do you know how that made me feel?
A sense of being missed, a twist of light in the surreal.
So thanks you for your furrowed brow
and that pouty bit of scolding
it's nice to know, where ere I go, my life is not yet colding.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.