Missing

The loss of a friend


A man with a giant hole greets me in the morning

He follows me around throughout the day

And says goodnight with a whimper or a growl.

His space is continually groomed for sobriety

A word of hope lies just an opened door away

But this man has no energy to open it



For this misery is not temporary

Or done by choice, in fact

This hole has a name attached to it

And his passing leaves it forever dark