I am more with you in your absence

I am more with you in your absence,

guessing your moods, your whereabouts, the roads you deliberately take to avoid meeting me.

A naive fantasy of how these violent winds disheveling me have touched you somewhere before, can keep me a live..

As Dandelions shed their feathery coats, knowing they are survived by a thousand seeds,

I've shed you off in poems, prose, sonnets and tears.. and tears.. and tears.