Empty

I am an empty soul
I try to fill my soul with things and people since you have gone
But nothing, no, person, no work, no play, no book, no spiritualism, no comedy, no art, no achievement can soothe my soul the way you did
Some days I earnestly wish that this was not true, but it is
Everything I wrote is true
I cannot find any balm to soothe your absence
I work, laugh, and play, but still I remain an empty soul
Someone is missing
Someone is missing
Someone is missing
You

Such emptiness could be weakness
but I don't see my angst as weakness
It is evidence of your amazing grace
and my ability to recognize it

I miss you
Not for what I thought we were or could be
I just simply miss you, not for ideas or wishes or attention
Just you