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lonelyraccoon

I have empty space

I have reached for you many times

 

My arms have held the empty air, hoping you were there

 

I have shed the tears to make a river

 

Hoping you would float to me

 

I have dreamt of you alive

 

My heart has shattered each time

 

I saw the gray

 

I met you

 

But I don’t remember you

 

Am I worthy

 

I keep your things that hide in the attic

 

I inhale your possessions as if your scent clung on under the dust

 

I got low

 

So I could reach high

 

To touch your face

 

I have tried to live

 

In hopes of you seeing

 

You come to mind each time my door pops open

 

Because nothing is outside my door with the force

 

I look at pictures but I wet them with my tears

 

I listen to the same stories over and over

 

I have your nose, your hands, your humor

 

I have artificial memories

 

And I have the woman you love

 

And I’m your joy

 

And yet nothing will fill the void you made when you left

 

t.b.