Poem: Coping with this Empty Space

Coping with this Empty Space

What shall I do to fill
This empty space?
True, I have memories-wonderful memories
But somehow they make me feel
THE VOID
So much more profoundly

People wrote and came to visit
Offering their condolences
And for awhile, at least, I felt
Comforted

Letting go is not easy
I want YOU, not the memories of you
They are a lasting tribute to how special
You were…. (are?)

You were and always will be
An important part
Of my life and I will always
Miss you
How could I not?

Perhaps filling
The Void
Is not the right thing to do.
Maybe by keeping it,
Occasionally
Dwelling in it
I can keep you with me.

Maybe the pain isn’t in
the void
I perceive it.

You are gone,
Hopefully to a
Better Place
I will never be the same again.

But even if you were still here,
I would have changed,
For such is
The Substance of Life.


I will make
The Space in my heart
My Tribute to you!
I will remember you—
I may even talk to you
Upon occasion
Letting the void
Speak.

It does, you know.
Your voice is there,
Offering comfort
Support
Advice

Your face is there, too
Smiling
Laughing

It’s funny—I need to try to recall
How long it’s been.
I see that as a good sign
Your death has ceased to be
As important to me
As your Life.

I still miss you
the void
Is still there, as no one can replace
What you filled in My Life
No one should have to.
Knowing that tells me—and you—
How very much you will always mean to me.

The Void is for your physical presence
But it is almost filled by the Memories of You--
Almost.

The Emptiness is my Tribute to you—
Your Memorial.
It is a Lasting Monument I built
And as such,
Though it holds pain
It also holds beauty
For it is a token of
All we shared.

I love you.