I look your invisibility

Everything that I touch
Objects of my household
From an empty chair
to a solitary bed –
All familiarity with my invisible eyes
I traverse the woes of your departure
That try to press me here –
Worn out paint from an old chair
The greasy layers of teakwood bed

You are still there into my present
Caressing thy love, and
To give you a motherly chase
I tickle myself
A little by my playful heart
And run you through.
Tired, I look your invisibility
Streaking my cheeks with warm tears
Forgetting time in all its pass

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