Sometimes

Sometimes an emptiness persists.
A creeping melancholy
An unfelt pain
An unwanted vacancy
And the question remains....

Comfort in familiarity,
in routine activity
that fills the days,
and that works....
sometimes.

For awhile, the vacuum disappears....
into a blankness that feels unfinished,
accompanied by an underlying quietness,
a searching....

And there is still a place
of nothing, no one....
that nudges me
and reminds me that I am
alone.

DLD/09AUG07

Listening to: Fireflies (Faith Hill)
Almost finished: Arthur & George. Yowzas!! Whodunnit?