these past two years have been empty
bottomless, like nothing will ever see light
a canyon of separation, so much space in-between us I've lost you
now I'm frantically searching for my missing parent
just. like. joe. dirt.
Instead of looking at the moon, wonderin' if you're looking at the same thing in the exact moment
I wonder if you are the moon, the stars, the outer-space filling the void of everything else in-between.
where are you?
The hardest thing about losing a parent due to death, is not knowing where their soul has ended up.
I stare at his urn, hoping that he's not trapped
hoping he's not witnessing the struggle it is to live without him
these years have been empty
bottomless, like nothing will ever see light
that one chair when we all occasionally eat around the dinner table
empty
one side of my mothers bed.
empty
the other half of meaningful conversations
silence
"I love you dad" I say it aloud
silence