empty

 
emptiness echoes inside my longing
I am alone and very lonely
some people are okay with solitary
I don't seem to fair as well

in my garden of gloom
what once was bright is now choking
my friend and sister is missing

here in the country not much stirs
it's peaceful sure
but it can close in on you
when the trees press in
and the land opens up to swallow you

on a bad day the corn is overwhelming
I like my country living
but sometimes even the garden is out to get you
with stinging nettles and stray roots ready to trip you

the garden is missing its Mistress, my friend Kate
the cats are sorrowful and I am beside myself
the place feels empty