All this nothing

Heavy steps lead me back
So different than the carefree singing
That led me here before
Lost amidst your world
I stand among the nothing you left behind
I loved your mind
Your books
Your perspective
And now itís just nothing
Nothing that stayed behind
So I pack it up
All this nothing
And sort it into piles
Piles of nothing that Iíll carry with me
As if part of you will then also be
Written by Rayne
Published | Edited 14th Jun 2018
Author's Note
This encapsulates the moment when I had to pack up my father's belongings after his unexpected death.
The nothing I refer to is the emptiness his loss left behind in my life, how nothing could fill that.
For perspective: My father was a best friend, a guidance counselor to me, he was the spirit of the world and the moral compass (he was also very, very pagan) for all I believe in the world. He was the drifter and the hippy, who guided the world to peace. I miss him every day.
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