I would touch
So there would be no void.
I would reach out into the nothing and swirl my hand around hoping to touch
But sometimes never do
And then I go to bed, because I'm afraid of waiting
Afraid of inventing a something that isn't there
Afraid of creating a shell of life to block the nothing in my mind
Why weren't you there?
I hate to be alone, walking through the white....the mist of wonder.....the mist of expectation....of ultimate disappointment
When I am all alone
I would call your name
But I've forgotten who you are.
I'm healing now, and I wasn't sure I would.