Saturday, 7 March 2009

The Space That Is Left

I call your name on the wind
Certain that you might hear me
But a shiver trickles down my spine
And I know I am only alone

The years that passed have merged
And I can no longer count them
Off the top of my head –
My flooding, empty head

Would you judge me, begrudge me
For my hopeless, lonesome heart?

Mother, you knew me
Mummy, you mothered me
And now you are gone
I feel the loss; the space that is left

I try to fill it – I fail
I try to leave it – I fall
I miss you
Love you
Need you
Mummy? Hold me tonight

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