Woke up, I think it was mourning
The room was filled with light
My eyes were filled with nothing
But, thoughts of emptiness and filtered sight
Looking at what was, is, or would be my life
Not knowing which – not seeing past you
Floods of need to be doing left undone
Drowning in the emptiness that shouldn’t be
Searching for the life boat that’s not here
Looking for you, but you and it is there
Swimming to the bottom, looking for pieces
That you threw into the waters for me to find
To keep me submerged in the place we call love
Talking to myself with your words
Reminding me of the given and taken chances
That you threw into the waters for me to find
To keep me submerged in the place we call love

© 1997 Tim D. Coulter Sr.