July 8, 2013 § Leave a comment
Filling the house with the sound of your voice,
I am the core.
The center of the tempest, I am stuck
in the emptiness that’s come now you’re gone.
I don’t exist without it.
That radio broadcast
put in your own words all we loved about you
and gave me the answers I never thought to ask for,
but still it’s not enough.
It still feels like I’ll see you Saturday,
but lost inside the tempest,
I’m standing on my own.