The space where you should be

I reached for the phone to see how you were before I remembered.
It didn’t seem real, it didn’t seem right – like some grim November.
All that was normal, all safe and secure – destroyed in a second.
We stumbled and staggered, clumsy and blind, devoid of direction.

We knew it was coming, we’d seen all the signs but refused to read them.
Who wants to know when the knowledge means pain? It’s selfish deception.
And guilt rises up for the things that we’ve done – and the things that we haven’t. Wounds that could heal can be healed no more and van’t be forgotten.

And there you now lie, peaceful and serene – beyond all commotion.
Your journey is over, or perhaps, just begun to some new horizon.
We gather around you, but you’re not really there – you went on without us.
Not tears nor cries, not pleading nor rage can change your direction.

I search for a purpose – a reason to be, but fail in the trying. I feel for my heart – there’s a piece broken free – where you should be beating…

Chris Clarke
18th July 2008

The space where you should be

Chris Ó Cléirigh

Joined October 2008

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