Friday, April 16, 2010

Empty hands.



Day and night swirl together.
No longer living for myself.
I hate feeling so helpless.
Walking in fog.
Can't seem to wake up anymore.
You seem so much farther away.
I wish you knew how much I miss you.
How much I crave the sound of your voice.
All day long I feel this need.
I have lived with it for so long I sometimes forget it's your absence
that makes me feel so hollow.
All the plans we had.
All the big ideas left undone.
How do I tell you that I need you here
when you are that far gone?

My hands are empty without yours in them.

3 comments:

Allie said...

this poem really made me think. sometimes i believe that missing someone is the hardest thing anyone can do.

margg. said...

No longer living for myself.

I know this feeling too well.

Eva said...

This is a very empty feeling, one I know well.