in absentia

i miss you & i lie to myself about it
all the time i smile through
the loneliness &
under the guise of bein busy
i battle the longing between these things
while you're off doin whatever steals your attention...
i have to find occupations
for my hands & mouth
i sing songs
write stupid love poems
like this one.
i miss you
& i lie to myself about it
but if you asked,
i wouldn't tell you so.