where are the words
that replace
the empty spot
beside you, that
fill the hole
growing deeper
as you lie awake
at night

where is the comfort
of a noise
so often heard
the rustle of linen
a heartbeat
losing its echoes
as you sleep
at night

where is the touch
that is so lost
and disappearing
so missing that
it hurts
to remember
now it’s never there
at night

words of comfort and touch
found inside where they began
a notion silently sweeping
away the emptiness at hand
They are all you.

where is the ending
of solid sordid weeping
where happy
is an adverb
attached to a life
your leading
all the while thinking
at night

here is the option
to decide to keep living
a moment lost
to thinking
while others get
the giving
of what you’ve lost
at night

where is the brightness
of morning love
the missing sequence
felt removed
and altered
turned inward and burning
tossing and turning
at night

words of option and brightness
found inside where they began
a notion silently sweeping
away the emptiness at hand

They are all you.

They are all you

They are all you.