Something was missing, <br />like the slender space left <br />when a book is removed from its shelf. <br /> <br />The adjacent parts of his life <br />remained upright, but unstable, <br />exposed. <br /> <br />Did someone steal these <br />pages from his life <br />or did they self-implode? <br /> <br />Did they disintegrate <br />from lack of use, <br />or maybe they were never there at all. <br /> <br />If nature abhors a vacuum, <br />this void in his life <br />is only temporary. <br /> <br />Fill it with love, <br />with happiness, <br />with good books, <br />with good friends, <br />with reams of poetry, <br />with music, <br />with compassion, <br />with tenderness, <br />with... <br /> <br />Ah, I've run out of space.<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-and-found-in-space/
