The Void

the road back home

didn't seem long, anymore

after seeing the man 

gathering himself 

preparing for 

the long journey ahead.

the tears of parting

didn't matter,

after meeting the man

who couldn't even meet

his loved one,

one last time.

the eyes were red

head sunk between hands

and weak knees

as his lips dried up,

as if deprived of speech

the void was deep,

the wound still fresh,

but today it feels numb

as a sister waits 

for her brother's return

a wife prays for her husband, 

to come back to their son.  

as my eyes close tonight,

my lips have dried up,

my heart heavy

don't, oh lord

please don't 

let anyone 

deal with void again!

 © sashikant mohanty