There’s an empty moment
At the end of every day
When we’ve finished our work in the house
And given donations away
When outside by the curb
Is a very full trash can
And our house is even emptier
Than it was when we began.
When the dirty walls are whiter
When the floors are now brand new
And although things look brighter
They’re still somehow missing you.
We’re making “improvements”;
They’re “enhancements” and “upgrades” -
But with every minor change
Another handprint literally fades.
For the rooms are empty shells now.
Our voices echo off the walls.
And it’s literally quite colder
In the rooms and down the halls.
The footprints have all but been wiped clean
There are no portraits hung with care
There’s little to say that we are here.
Little less to say you were there.
Holes have been patched and repaired
We’ve scrubbed up many stains.
And I can’t help but feel, with each day’s work,
That less and less of you remains.
For it’s empty in the house around me
And that emptiness seeps in
Till I can’t help but feel
The emptiness within.
And all the world is sleeping
so in the emptiness, I’m alone.
And it’s a cold and lonely place to be sometimes
In a dark and empty soul.
It’s not scary or sad, so much,
Just a lonely place, you see?
A peaceful place where I ponder how
Things might have turned out differently.
And I’m loving what we’re doing.
I’m sure that you would, too.
But in that empty moment,
I sure as hell miss you.
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