Then Came You

After heartbreak there is
nothing.
For so long there is only emptiness.
Shallowness.
No focus.
No purpose.
Then came you.
With your laughter-
which was contagious.
Your warmth,
taking me over from the
Inside,
Out.
Then came you.
With words that carried
weight, and left
their footprints on my
heart.
With passion, and drive, and
Fervor.
You.
You.
You.
All wrapped up in me.
In me.
In stolen moments, and
lingered embraces.
And the nothingness
fades.
Then, there is something.
Then, there is you.
Only you.  

When She Goes, There are Things that Will Go With Her

When she goes,
there are things that will go with her.
Closets will be emptied,
Drawers depleted of their
former inhabitants.
Shoes that used to be strewn across
the floor,
Now invisible-
no longer there to be tripped over or cursed.
Bottles that used to line the vanity,
leave only their shadows
and faint scents.
Laughter and conversations
that used to bounce from the corners
of the rooms
are still.
There is a vacant, hollow feeling that is
left behind
in the spaces she used to fill.
But, just as every other moment,
So is this- fleeting.
For just as she's gone, so will she linger.
When she goes,
there are things that will go with her.
But, the most important things remain.