Empty Space Once Shared

Twice  asked
Three times implored
wondered what you were doing there
one day, one month, one year, a decade
vacant space, chasm like an ocean expanse
spread wide the gulf
stream
conscious
unconscious
four times turned to the back facing me
silence
enveloping
no answer to the plea
why leave
why stay
why back
why today
never knew, never got an answer
when you walked out
except that child carried in me
gone a year and eighteen months
not a hug or a glance
then once and another child carried in me
and empty the space again
when pondered and queired
told was crazy
told needed help
while more and more it was you
you you  you
you tore the heart and threw it away
and stomped on the soul
so why now
why back
for you
to say you were there
no touch
just a mound
facing me
back like a wall
no bricks coming down
hard to sleep
wanting answered
silence the night
four times queried
seven times asked
silence met the wind
and the expanse of the sea
grows even wider

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