Alone, and lonesome,
I skulk into the hollow house,
Empty of other souls (unless cats count,
Which I think you would insist);
Empty at least for me
With you not here.
I feel as hollow as the house,
For no excess of petting purring fur
Replaces touching skin to
Tender skin;
No meal, however savory,
Pleases me without you
There to share it;
And my lonely bed,
Too wide now by half,
Slowly loses your aroma.
Though I know you will return,
No date however close
But seems forever –
Without you this is half a house
And I am half a man.
Comment: Dear John and Clara,
As you know, my continued prayers and thoughts go out to you and to Clara. As you know, I have been including the two of you on my friend Dave Davies "Spiritual Planet" website as a way to send out possitive energy to you and Clara.
Bruce
