The One Not There

The One Not There

By: Colten Ray Conner

Every month or so I have this feeling I abhor.

Of something skulking right outside my door.

I hope of glimpsing the something hiding from view.

Knowing why it’s there and what it’s about to do.

The shadow of many approaching.

Softly and quickly encroaching.

Sometimes it addresses me whilst I’m sleeping.

Showing me what I need to see whilst I’m dreaming.

It may reveal itself in the middle of the night.

It also ceases hiding in broad daylight.

It never leaves completely.

Reminding of its presence briefly.

Always there, yet also not.

A concept I never quite got.

Always moving towards somewhere unseen.

Rushing gently for a space obscene.

Though it’s out of sight, it’s never out of mind.

Hiding in spaces impossible to find.

It’s never wrong, seemingly all-knowing.

It never speaks, only ever showing.

Every tragedy I see before I know.

Playing before me like some twisted television show.

What it shows I could never share.

I used to fear it, loathe it, wish it to go.

But now, among my most valued things is the one not there.

Jeffersonville High School, 2016