I drove past the house last night,
I have no clue as to why;
nothing has changed-except
there is a sign now "FOR SALE"
and the drapes have been taken down;
one can see the emptiness now,
the one that always had been there-to me
for not even the furniture had given it life;
nor had your presence-you were the emptiness
devoid of a heart, devoid of a soul, devoid of everything
that makes a person human
and I know now-
a hollow existence can not fill a house,
no matter that there were "things galore"
Your emptiness stripped it of the name "home"
and finally I know now why I always felt the chill
in spite of the fireplace and the sun's rays through the window
on a sunny midsummer's afternoon;
Empty human shells bring on the cold,
I drove past your house last night,
nothing has changed;
It is still a cold empty house;
removal of furniture and drapes
did not make it any emptier;
and today I know why,
You were the emptiness all along
a shell of empty, a presence of cold.
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Love, C
