Where Are You

3 December 2016

Vaughn where are you? Where are you? You are not gone from my heart. You’re in the air I breathe. Your energy has to be somewhere.

I know you’re not in the computer, or the TV into which I stare, searching for relief. Searching to be fed–something to fill this dreadful hole.

When I close the screen instantaneously the hole is there again. Still there. Gaping wide, its huge ugly black maw.

Nothing can fill the hole you left behind.

Where are you Vaughn.

You’re not in the food I toss down my throat in an effort to distract myself from reality, nor in the wine that doesn’t even taste good anymore, and is increasingly short-lived in its ability to numb.

I know where you’re not…I just don’t know where you are.