Emptied Out. Poem by Terry Collett

You are emptied out,
emptied of all things:
emptied of the coolness of mornings,
of the beauty of a daffodil,
of Trane's flight of solo
on his saxophone,
of a long ago lover's kiss
and her embracing arms.

You are emptied of all things,
emptied all out,
emptied of the joy of the lusciousness
of an ice cream,
of making love in the valley of hot beds,
of the sipping of a 10 year old scotch,
of a Picasso painting,
of holding your child's hand
as they grown out of childlike innocence.

You are emptied out,
emptied of all things,
emptied of the joy of life,
you wait to see
what death brings.