The presence of absence
In familiar places,
the presence of absence seems more pungent,
like iron pins pinching your skin silently,
deep inside the nerves of memory and time.
Sentiments of eternity shattered by the constant resurgence of ambivalent realities,
cruel reminders of impossibility,
non negotiable choices towards a path of linear existence.
It is all immensely true and valuable,
but never enough for the heart to let go.
The presence of absence relentlessly fills the cracks existing within the threads of being,
the silent eternity between each breath,
the lonely spaces within each heart beat
poem and photography by Marco Pignataro