Chaz is Empty in: The Night

The Night

The night has become

Useless for me to sleep

I slowly walk around our

Home looking for traces

Of you

I stand by the fireplace and

Ask if you want me to

Start a fire and all I hear is

The wind outside

I slouch down into the purple

Chair and I squint to see if any

Shadows of you are in the

Kitchen calling out to me

Asking if I see the woodpecker or

The cardinal in the feeder

But I can only imagine your

Beautiful face smiling at me

While you make tea

The night has become useless for

Me as I am hopelessly adrift in the

Space between your leaving and

Then returning to my arms

For a few days I can remember your

Intimacy with me but now I am losing ground to forgetting how you move and forgetting how you speak and forgetting how you twirl your hair

Yes even in our cool blue bedroom

That you love so much the night is useless to me and just last night I no longer could hear the birds & the geese and the crickets sing my

Heart was too far away and even this

Room seemed useless to me

I stare at calendars and clocks and quietly watch as the hours pass until

You return and I walk by the cactus in

Our hallway and promise you will be

Home in just a few days

Charles Grimes