Luvinzu

Luvinzu spoke, a wisdom in his eyes,

"Let them miss you," a truth that gently lies.

He saw the hearts that grew complacent, blind,

To treasures held, a love they left behind.

"Always there," a comfort that could bind,

Yet absence paints a picture in the mind.

A space where value blooms, a longing starts,

And in that space, appreciation sparks.

For presence, constant, loses its sharp gleam,

Like sunlight's warmth, a constant, taken theme.

But absence whispers, "They were always there,"

And in that thought, a love beyond compare.

So let them miss you, Luvinzu's words so true,

For sometimes absence paints a love anew.