Empty Space

An empty space exists,

Where once I had a friend,

I like to turn my head

One minute to pretend

That in the corner of my eye,

I can see a hazy form 

That starts to coalesce -

My confidant, reborn.

But as I try to focus

To see him from afar

His light’s already fading,

Like a far away dead star.

That once bright bubble burst,

I tried to catch it gently

But fragile things don’t last

We all die eventually.

We’re left with nought but memories,

After-image on the retina,

Aftershave on a jumper,

An old voicemail that he left ya.

And maybe that’s all fine,

It’s the end to match the start,

But that empty space exists,

It’s the hole that’s in my heart.