question, no answer

Wed, 12/31/2014 - 01:51 -- navyak

the same question arises
from my lips:
where are You?

the words roll off my tongue
stubbornly,
ceaselessly,
carelessly.

it has become second-nature
for me to blame your absence
for each incident

and yet,

it’s ironic how
this question can both
recognize your Being
and also
demolish it.

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