"Emptiness in the crib..."

Emptiness in the crib, bedroom door – ajar.

The bedding is warm, her scent retaining.

On the couch, forlorn, is a lone guitar,

Books - on the floor, and outside – it’s raining.

Emptiness in the house, body frame shakes.

Silence reigns sovereign. The faucet, dripping,

With the regular calm of a metronome, breaks

Time into segments that are quietly slipping

Through my fingers. Hollowness - in my chest.

Gone is the bell, though the echoes follow

In my temples, resounding with distress.

In my throat - your absence is hard to swallow.