The Impact of Absence
—for fatherless sons
Not sure who he is,
if he is,
you hope he’s not there,
since he’s never been.
So you turn away,
though you might have seen him
from the corner of your eye
or once again
just in your mind,
a hovering yet distant
shadowy presence
seeing through you,
judging your every move,
but that critical voice
is your own
born from what you don’t know,
and though you say you won’t,
you still hope,
yet if he were real, really there,
and you had the courage
to face him,
to tell him the truth,
you wouldn’t even know
what it was.
by Joan Kantor
Editor’s Note: This poem’s short lines and long sentences underscore the emotional truth of absence in all of its myriad difficulties.
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