Void

the void of where you once were, 

immense

the cold wind whips and twists through the 

crevasse of my heart 

no-one visits anymore

the sun’s warmth always

envelops my face

closing my eyes to the sun to

make patterns in my eyelids 

the memory of you 

strong, like

the whiskey you drank

now you are gone 

your soft beard grazing 

gently across my face 

remains, as I

dabble in the sunlight 

tricking myself 

all is just as it is supposed to be

it’s lonely here and,

even as the sun burns, the interior 

lives in darkness

light no longer enters 

as the cold wind whips and twists through the 

crevasse of my heart

I sit in your void

the whole world keeps moving

I will wait

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Love the last three lines especially...
this feels like it could be a poem to a father...
reminds me of mine...

you have a way of slapping our minds ever so gently...and waking up our emotions.
j.