@Musician 28 June 2022

Poem about emptiness I lost my right arm. I didn't really lose my right arm. But I have the impression that I did. I miss it so much that I can't describe it in words. I lost my phone. It's like I really don't have a right arm. I don't know when the bus is coming. I don't know how to order food without a phone. How do I call to be late from work? How do I tell the kindergarten that I'm late for the child? It's easy, people used to live without a phone. The man gets used to it quickly. He gets used to it and manages. What about the emptiness I feel in my heart, in my soul? When you run out of a loved one, no habit, you can't handle it. You can't buy a new loved one in the market. They say you'll learn to live with it. But how? What if part of me is no longer there? How do I fill that gap? When I find out, I'll let you know. Or you let me know. Author: Musician Thanks a lot for reading. Lead image source: unsplash