It is not the emptiness that aches my stomach
this lump that chokes me to my last breath
is not tha i can’t see you, if I wanted to hear your voice
I knew you were there, the sound of it used to warm my coldest day,
like and hot sun during an hurricane.
Is the voide you left that pains me, burn my soul.
A deafening silence that numbs me
after you dad left this hole.