Everyday Poem by David McLansky

Everyday is carved with your silence;
The empty daily space that holds your void;
The dreadful minutes, hours that is your absence
No matter what distractions I've employed;
My living hope: that I will soon forget
The casual rapture of your fading smile,
That Ill see your photo and not get upset,
That another love will replace you for awhile;
Meanwhile the canyon volume you've left behind,
The Echoed histories of our common joys,
Make me feel that I will lose my mind
Make me wish that I had been destroyed