A little hollow will always stay
where they once had been.

That hollow, which once was full

of their wise words and soothing sounds,

evening teas and random calls,

and walks and chats and hugs and smiles…

That hollow now is memories –

tumbling fast and sharp

into nooks and crevices and spaces

that they have left behind.

And the clock will stall the fall,

and dull the pain and dry the eyes…

But memories, they will stay –

in the hollows of the heart.

Those memories, they will bring

sweet, sore smiles on wistful days;

lessons in gratitude, love and life;

as those that have departed

are missed, remembered, carried –

delicately, forever in the hearts.

Time will move and bring new days,

new ways, new folks, new shores,

and a newness never seen.

But a little hollow will always stay

where they once had been.