my absence is flawless

I thought you might miss me wherever you would go
And that missing me was unconditional

I want to stand next to you
With my breath heavy on your neck
Alive and burning up with warmth

And I want you to yearn for my hand
which is unreachable for your heart
To close the gap in it

I want you to miss me when I am gone
Even more so when I am here

But when you indulge in a company foreign from mine
I fade back as a cushion on a couch
where the prints and fabric are the same
Safe
And boring

A cushion’s print blend its presence into absence
And my absence
Is flawless.