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.