"Lamenting"

  "A VOID ONLY YOU CAN FILL"

“Missing someone or something isn’t just a feeling; it’s the echo of your presence in my heart, reminding me of how much you mean to me.”

There is a kind of silence that speaks louder than words, a void that echoes in the heart no matter how much noise surrounds you. It is the feeling of something missing that was once a part of your every day, woven into your life so naturally that you never thought about what it would be like without it. And then, one day, it’s gone—not in a way that the world notices, but in a way that your soul does. That absence, that quiet ache, it follows you everywhere, lingering in the spaces where laughter once lived, in the moments where familiarity brought comfort.

Life moves forward, people say. Routines return, distractions come and go, and the world keeps spinning as if nothing ever changed. But deep inside, there is a weight that refuses to lift, a longing that refuses to fade. It’s strange how the mind can hold on to memories so tightly, replaying them repeatedly, as if trying to convince itself that they are still real. The places once filled with warmth now feel empty; the conversations that once felt endless now live only in the echoes of the past. You try to explain it, to put it into words, but how do you describe something that isn’t there anymore? How do you tell someone that you miss something so deeply when you can’t even name it out loud? Missing someone is not just about their absence; it’s about the deep connection that lingers in their place. Every memory, every shared moment, and every little detail about them becomes a soft whisper in the heart, making their absence feel even more profound. It’s a reminder of love, attachment, and the irreplaceable space they hold in our lives.

Some nights, the weight of it is unbearable. You sit in the quiet, hoping that music, books, or even the strum of a guitar might ease the ache, but they only remind you of what’s missing. You find yourself staring at the sky, searching for answers in the stars, whispering thoughts to the wind as if it might carry them back to the place where they belong. It’s not just about losing something; it’s about the emptiness that lingers, the way it changes the way you see the world. You smile, you laugh, you move through life, but there is always that space inside you, untouched, waiting, aching.

Perhaps the hardest part is that you can’t go back—not to the way things were, not to the moments that once felt infinite. And yet, you carry them with you, wrapped in the corners of your heart, tucked away in the spaces between breaths. You don’t forget, not really. You just learn to live with the missing pieces, to find beauty in the longing, to understand that some things, some people, become a part of you so deeply that even in their absence, they remain.

And so, you keep moving, carrying the weight of something unspoken, something unseen. You smile through the ache, hoping that one day, the missing won’t hurt as much. But for now, in this moment, you sit with it—you feel it, you live it. Because sometimes, missing something is the greatest proof that it was once yours.

Joice