The Empty Space

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There were lots of things you did not know.

You not being there stopped the flow.

All these things I could have shared

yet it seemed to me you never cared.


The day you walked away from me

would be the last time I would see

you

or hear from you,

my life then showed a different view.


I'd turn to share the joy I felt,

reach out for you as my heart would melt,

I looked to see where you would smile.

To get used to this, 

it took a while.


When I wanted to call 

and share some news

I couldn't,

without treading on someone shoes.


It was like you shut and locked the door.

A part of my life you were no more.

An empty space where you once lay,

no one to catch the words I say.


I remember feeling it was so unfair

yet I could not voice it

you was not there.


Today,

the tears flow from my eyes.

My mind throws out

the what, ifs and whys.


So much,

it seems,

I need to ask.

Though what's the point?

It's in the past!


It didn't warrant words back then.

Would it be wise to trawl it all back again?

At least being here is somewhere I know.

I just return each time you go.


This place is now so sacred to me.

It's where I go and me I be.

It's somewhere I do not need to share.

Nor do I have to.


You're not there!

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