Monday, February 8, 2010
Emptiness is filling me to the point of agony
Originally uploaded by kiwipecora
Silent is the night.
I sit, I wait, I listen.
Emptiness fills the room. The silence is not my friend.
Where are you? Yes, this question again.
Space. There is too much of it tonight.
I long for your touch. I long for your scent.
Do you hear me? Do you see me?
I have kept a place for you.
It is next to me in bed. It is next to me at the table.
My hand reaches out for you. I trace the memory of you.
You are lying here with me. Your hand is locked into mine. My arm fits perfectly around you.
I feel your breath. I sense your smile.
Your eyes open, you catch me staring. Another smile.
My heart is broken. I can't move on.
Stuck. Stagnant. No where to turn.
Swallow me up. Take me away. I care not.
My soul is wounded. The expanse of emptiness grows further every day.
What is my cure? What is my poison?
Are they the same?