the vacated shell

we have all lost, even the most callous.
sudden silence, the sound of nothingness
echoing in corners where we perceived life.
from celebration to the tearing down
of dreams and the trappings of joy.
you will smile again, but for now
permit yourself the fundamental luxury
of grief and the hollowing of dreams.
if you need anything, I am here for you,
willing to walk the miles and share
whatever is required, desired, to ease
a pain that I, as man, can only imagine.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.