There's a hole where you once were
and maybe that's okay
so they say -
but I don't feel okay.
Nobody knows how I feel today and every day when I wake.
Where is the one who used to greet me?
who sat beside me when blinds closed at day's end?
My comfort friend -
virtuous woman, sensuous woman,
where'd you go?
I don't know if I can be without you,
for one more night.
for the rest of my life. Without you.
You filled in all my spaces
and now I'm left with only holes
and I feel
on the verge
of disappearing.
Every day that passes is another one down
and every night that comes is another night to drown in the silence -
in the walls that close around.
I feel the blackness seep into my heart.
I hear the darkness around me closing.
.
.
.
You lived your life with softened hands
and your laugh calls through the suffocation -
a legacy of hallelujahs
headed somewhere in flight.
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, and now I'm found.
I was blind, but now I see silver wings shining in the sunlight.
Farther along, we'll understand why.
But I still come to the garden alone.
Come home, come home;
it's suppertime.
