The void is deep
Missing a spouse who has died
His car entering the driveway
The jingling of his keys in the front door
Were a distinctive sound
Now lost forevermore
The cry of "Honey I'm home"
The shoes that would click as mine would clack
Have been replaced by an eerie silence
No longer a voice to answer mine back
Sleeping on the downstairs couch
Or sideways across the bed
Does not erase the loneliness
Or the memories in my head
Emptiness beside me on the church pew
Where a space once was occupied
No voice to say "Home James" after benediction
So many nights I've cried
No hand to hold or lips to kiss
The warm embrace I dearly miss
Attending events with others
And finding new hobbies don't erase
The void, and emptiness
No one can fill his space
About the Creator
Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is currently pursuing a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. She enjoys writing about current events, history and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.

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