All the space left from all the people I loved and lost
Who knew emptiness carried such weight
Tad's inappropriate jokes no longer make me laugh when I all want is to cry
Ginger's fur is now dust, I can never cry into again
Uncle Chris no longer calls me Babydoll in his southern drawl
Uncle Danny dances around the house in his underwear
How many have I lost to cancer silently creeping in and replacing life with death?
I've lost count
How many more will I lose to their own hand?
I'm here, Please don't go and leave us here with more empty space.
It is impossible to Live and Love and never lose.
And if I had to choose, I choose to keep living and loving the empty space that is you.