Empty

Hopelessly tied
to your heart of LOVE
which is a stone that sits inside
the wicker turtle Joanne gave me
as a present years ago.
The only memento I have
of a love I never met.

Your words of affection
greet me everywhere I go.
Now in a song
and in a poem
or in a story
that is really about
US.

The ache for you within me
is deep yet I don't know
your face anymore.
Each time I think it's you
I'm mistaken
AGAIN.

When my heart keeps
breaking like this
I wonder how long
before it shatters for
GOOD?

Yet your sweet love
draws me back each time
into your embrace
that is at once full yet
EMPTY.