For you, where you are now...

When you left there was so much empty space,
Yet everything was still left in it habitual place.
When I saw the mirror void of your grace,
I wanted to fill it, frame to frame with photos of your face.

I found your empty chair.
Underneath your slippers sat, a waiting pair.
Leather worn to your shape, a stand of your hair.
Somehow you were still there.

All the watches still ticking on.
Waiting for no one.
Knowing all that you was, all that you had done,
Is not yet gone.

There is no vacant space in my heart,
where we never part.
It was there from the start,
There it will be even when the world departs