I cuddle close to a body that isn't here
I reach for an essence, a space filled with everything
Except the physical manifestation
I make conversation, small mouth noises
Filling silence with one sided conversations in which
The answers are present, but unspoken.
Plants grow, and are a testament that the empty spaces are not empty.
What is felt is not emptiness, but "space".
Space that can be filled with the goodness and love that this life promises.
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