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Your Alleged Absence in my Poetry

Akhil Katyal

You alleged of your absence in my poetry.

Not a sentence, you said, for you. Not a word or two.

 

Did you not mark those turns

in my lines where the sense alters?

You were present where

one meaning falters into another.

Where a word spurns

another. You were in the pauses

where I halted for breath. Perched

at the edge of consternation.

Between unrelated things and phrases

you stood. You were punctuation.

The latter remembered the former

by you. The words were warmer

by you. Sometimes you were the comma.

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