The Empty Life

I've been wondering all my days

why I haven't found you

and why the ones I find

are always wrong for me

in some overt or secret way

You're always with me

I always know you're there

but every street is empty

when I check on every face

and look through passing hearts

Did I forget the time I sensed

you nearly touched my hand

or driving down an empty road

you head-on drove towards me

and my headlights gave you form

And when I talk with others

I always wonder if I've found

your voice that's heard inside

the emptiness I've come to know

sweet music in each word

With verdant flowers of spring

I've decorated our painful lives

because I know you feel the same

the emptiness of rising daylight

half dark half light half life

I'll keep my vigil though this hour

searching through every minute

for you I've never found

and send my every thought

my deepest love for you

Copyright © 2012 by Barry G. Wick