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Self (abs.orbed)

I missed                  you
(No small feat)
Your presence,      open
My eyes,               defeat
 
Empty,         moot hands
As music      intones
Party to some
Others shuffle       alone
 
(Lost in self)
Pitying my condition
I missed               you
Regret the admission
 
Wallflower, wolf hour
Which is true?
(Knows mal feet)
I                     missed you
Your presents,       open
Eyes deaf,                  eat
 
Empty,          mute hands
Muse akin tones
A party              twosome  
Others shuffle        alone
 
Loss,                       tin self
Pity -            my condition
I        missed                you
Regret, miyad mission
 
Truth be told
Eye was wrong
Full of pain
You were gone.
Author's Note
For David's poetry contest
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