If I was out there, I would not be standing here

The scent of your warmth seduces me every day
like the shadow of your being
missing is close but begets the light of longing to find the silhouette that takes its form
running towards your ray of future absence
nutrition for a lost swan
in its own pond.

Putting her lonnging light

Conceptual photography

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