empty

space.
sometimes i want it. sometimes i long for the quiet. the peace.
now they're gone, and i'm alone.

"it's lonely coming home to an empty house," i said.
"tell me about it," he replied with a forlorn grin.

too easily i take for granted the ones i love most in the press of every day.
in the empty i remember.
remember the love.

he ran away to a lonely desert, depressed and alone.
God stopped by. burning coals.

he ran to a lonesome mountain.
God stopped by. still small voice.

he wandered in the hunger and thirst.
devil stopped by. temptation.

things seem to happen in the empty spaces.
will i listen?