Lost (And Found) In Space - Poem by Sonny Rainshine
Something was missing,
like the slender space left
when a book is removed from its shelf.
The adjacent parts of his life
remained upright, but unstable,
Did someone steal these
pages from his life
or did they self-implode?
Did they disintegrate
from lack of use,
or maybe they were never there at all.
If nature abhors a vacuum,
this void in his life
is only temporary.
Fill it with love,
with good books,
with good friends,
with reams of poetry,
Ah, I've run out of space.
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