voids

It’s a Tuesday
Somewhere
You are nowhere
To be found
I’m on the ground
and there is a sense of
urgency
inside of me
its like remorse or maybe toxicity

I am alone

Not in loneliness
But without you

I reached
I reached up so high
With both of my hands
The palms of them were waiting
With kindness and depth
Honesty and truth
Sweaty and broken and raw
They reached for you
And they came back down
Empty
Holding nothing but sorrow
And more sadness
Your sadness mixed with mine
And I’m having trouble
Emptying them
Perhaps I lack the will
The silent will that you
Attempt to teach

I am filled with gratitude
And a longing
To learn more
But you are in control of the lessons
I abhor such a thing
abiding to it

the air was thick
and now thin
as the moons wax
and wane
reminding me of you
and the nights we spent

I am left with a nothing
A nothing so void and empty
A void defined
In your terms
Terms of hate perhaps
Or maybe of respect
A void that is silent
Such a silence
I respect
Until the morrow
On which you determine