Everywhere I look for you an empty space is there…Whether it’s the empty living room spot where you might appear, or your place in my new home where you should be…I would give anything to hear your voice one more time right now. Years ago I saw you for the last time, and my love for you stands to this day.
I believe a lot of people try to fill their empty spaces with many, many things…
Some use relationships–but I don’t need a romantic interest to validate who I am.
Some use alcohol, which numbs the pain, but that space they long to fill is still empty.
Some use drugs, yet the pain is always there–only seeming to be more intensified.
Some use holy roads, but there are so many to choose from, so I wonder if there is a ‘right’ one at times.
Some use power, but that is because they lost their way, and the space is never filled.
Some use money, but it will not buy anything fit to fill that vacancy left in the wake of your going.
Some use possessions, as if one thing can truly replace the spirit that once inhabited that space.
I choose to reserve that space. Even if it remains unfilled, for it is not as though anything else could replace you.
Freedom puts my faith in what you left behind, and believe me, that legacy is a rich one.
Wisdom does dictate that I can create a new space for a new entity–but the Universe would really need to move a bit.
Have a great week!