Source: ORANGE-COLORED CARVED FACES
There is a hole which is hidden away seated in the deepest of depths it now is comfortably at rest
Once buzzing with where you worked and lived—it was genuinely filled with my concern for everything you were and all that you did
Included in this ancient piece was my concern for your success and my thoughts of you for all the best
But recently these have been replaced with the cloudiness of thin air—now emptiness and total frustration have taken their residence—they both abide in there
It would appear that I may fall deeper into its abyss
Though fully aware of my plight, I have no strength nor aim for this fight
With new feelings of hate, I have assembled myself to wait
Yet, ever steadily the hidden hole continues to sand-in just beyond the gate
It has been enlarged to include an abundance of
vast emp-ti-ness there,
Apparently, this is the same hole within
had once encompassed
the very essence of you…
Everything is different.
Nothing is the same.
Though the paths I take,
on this earth,
they stubbornly remain.
While going through my day,
I can’t help but think and ponder as
I sub-consciously look around
in everything I say and do.
Now that you’re gone away,
we each and separately make our mind’s list
of all the rights and wrongs—
all those things that we said and completed
strictly during your time.
Though for me, I find, that
keeping the same routine
is still a very good way
to keep me on my path of peace
for each morning’s sunny ray.
But vast emptiness and
missing you has really taken hold—a new
access road–which now has taken it’s abode
and holds my tears at bay.
For everyone who wants to
know the way in which I feel,
let me say, without a doubt that
my senses have declared
a VACANCY and great desolatation
in the center of my being
for which, I guess, this feeling
always shall remain…