Emptiness has a way of holding a heavy weight within the places
of the heart
Like a sinker on a fishing lure
Taking broken men down broken roads
Where all the paved highways lead to every gravel path
It is there that they seek some kind of shelter
but loneliness rips through every room like fire
leaving behind only the silence of rubble in its wake
we lose ourselves in many ways
trying to hold up bridges that are not ours to cross
forgetting where we came from
we head to the same place that took our father so far away
lost is a place that
cannot be found on any map
we stumble upon it
blindly with empty hands
for all the mapped directions that lead to somewhere else
have long since been left in drawers full of other things we
never needed
I searched for you in the eyes of others
Wanting to never lose the memory of your smile
It was in that place of longing
Where loss plants the deepest roots
And no matter how high up the tree you climb
It is hard to see beyond that place
It took me years to discover that simple truth
Trying to find my way to you
I lost my own direction
Until I realized
You were already there
In the reflection of my own eyes.
©
Carrie Van Horn 2020
