THE VOID
By Roland E. Williams
The empty space beside me on the bed
Is filled with an image I see of you there
It is my sole consolation all these nights
But lacks the warmth only you can give
My dreams are more real each night
A sure sign they will soon be fulfilled
Ending the madding emptiness within
And the unfilled space I now gaze at
The nothingness my heart has born
Shall be inundated by your warmth
And the moment we are but one
A new Eden will once again exist
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