Emptiness
The human moans of emptiness are now rattling loud,
Will this empty hole within us ever be filled?
I lie here in full expectation of our soft skin touching, of our deep kisses meeting, of our ecstasy tonight.
And then you give no prior notice.
Your plans have changed. A simple goodnight is given, “I am so tired”
No acknowledgment of plans made,
That I lie here in full body expectation.
You fall into your sleep stupor,
And I lie here with The deepest emptiness.
And strangely,
Feelings of emptiness are denied,
The illusion comes quickly,
“I do not need you tonight”
Expectations of intimacy are quickly thrown from this deep hole.
And this is how it goes, doesn’t it?
Fierce independence slivers in,
And how heart breaking it is,
When The desire to be left alone,
creeps in.
And what was once our soft shell,
Thickened with disappointment,
Hardened with loneliness,
Within the child who has no idea how to fill this empty hole,
Within the child who stops trying,
Who hides from the ungiven touch of intimacy,
Becomes the norm.
Our fierce independence,
Does not allow us to hear,
The angels crying,
When even one human chooses,
To deny our deepest heart’s dream of intimacy