There's an emptiness
That has threatened to
Consume me.
When,
As I am wont to do,
I try to find it
Somewhere within
Myself
I am left frustrated,
For I can't find
It's source.
I spent hours,
Days,
Months,
Years,
Chasing it around
Inside my head,
Growing ever more
Frustrated
As the eternities passed.
Then, suddenly,
One moonlit night
As I lay upon my bed,
My mind is quiet,
My body is still,
And slowly,
So slowly,
Like a shy fawn
In a glade,
I feel a presence
Beside me
Where there is
No one.
So I shut my eyes
And there
I find what
I've spent a lifetime
Pursuing;
The emptiness within
Is actually
An emptiness without;
It isn't something wrong
Inside my head,
But rather,
Its roots lie
Somewhere
Much more profound;
For you see,
It is simply
The absence
Of someone beside me.
It is the absence
Of love.


c. 2020