Tuesday, February 14, 2012
An empty chair where a grandfather and father used to sit.
An empty baby outfit that was waiting for a broken hearted baby.
An empty space on the cell phone screen where a phone number once was.
An empty high chair.
An empty space in my mother's bed.
An empty crib.
An empty dream. One for my son, another for my father.
An empty space in my heart that threatens to overtake me in sadness.
An empty feeling in my soul, once again wondering where God is.
I'm feeling empty these days. Empty of emotion, empty of compassion, empty of hope.