There is said to be “a space in our heart that can never be filled.”
To believe this to be true is so fundamentally flawed. Perhaps even unreal.
I can see love’s undeniable presence within this world
A very rare anomaly that is both easily noticeable and concealed.
So as I lay at night sleepless and drunk of thought I wait.
I wait for the this space in my hollow heart to engulf someone else like the coastal tide does to the rocks at night.
I wait for one of those incredibly romantic dates when I can look at the quintessence of “love at first sight” directly in the face.
I wait for God to look down upon me and say “Boy today is your day.”
The world darkens as another night begins to go by.
As I lay down I can still feel this loud, but quite growl from within.
At first I could not grasp what it was, but every time I think about the concept of love
I can hear the mute depressing cry of the void.