The emptiness of the house invaded my heart. Our small house never

looked so deep and wide. As a stone empty cemetery. The walls were

wailing at me. Your old laughter and voice from them almost made me

faint. My stomach shrank my vision blurred. Your presence has

had the living room full as an ocean. Now it was empty as a Sahara. Its

fine dust burning my eyes and brain. A waterfall of memories and

mementos caused me to scream as a mad wolf. Your not being present

but gone drained me of life and meaning. I became listless. Catatonic.

My body shook as an Autumn leaf. I aged to the point of death. Wanted

no more of anything. Nothing. The stars were meaningless. The evening

breeze burned my skin. There was nothing left but a brutal silence.

A full bottle of alcohol couldn’t drown it. It had me by the throat.

I collapsed on the couch. The emptiness only echoing your memory.

As an ice pick pricking my chest and each cell.

There is only one way to reach you sooner than later.

God, hold me.

EO