When you are gone
The void opens up and takes me down
To memories of times
I was all alone
With no loving hands to hold me
And I remember how it was
To have become a stranger to my body
Always living too far above the truth of cells
An exile from life
Torn away from love
But now the void is not so empty
I seem to find here
Comforts of a kind to sustain me
A blanket of solace to surround me
A boat of being that carries me
Over the turbulent waters
To love again
And I am comforted by the knowing
That you will come again
I know not when
But I do at least
Now know
That I can
Trust the void
You must suffer in space and time, alone, to understand that last line. “Trust the void”. Wow, that’s so close to home and so true.
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So true Marc I know you understand it takes some time to make friends with the Void. 💕
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Indeed, Deb.
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