When you left
There was
Space with no end
Colors of the past and future
Swirling together
Down the drain of infinity
A road with so many forks
I traveled each of them
And came back here
Without you still
When you left
You were felt
Perhaps more than you’d been felt before
Left, felt
Is that why you left
To be felt
Felt by me
By others
By yourself
?
The silence is deep
The void is loud
And you,
You are nowhere to be found
Dvora, Strong Ink with a dose of solitude and sadness
Your signature description, Larry. Thank you- I do appreciate it.