There's a hole where you once were and maybe that's okay so they say - but I don't feel okay. Nobody knows how I feel today and every day when I wake. Where is the one who used to greet me? who sat beside me when blinds closed at day's end? My comfort friend - virtuous woman, sensuous woman, where'd you go? I don't know if I can be without you, for one more night. for the rest of my life. Without you. You filled in all my spaces and now I'm left with only holes and I feel on the verge of disappearing. Every day that passes is another one down and every night that comes is another night to drown in the silence - in the walls that close around. I feel the blackness seep into my heart. I hear the darkness around me closing. . . . You lived your life with softened hands and your laugh calls through the suffocation - a legacy of hallelujahs headed somewhere in flight. Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, and now I'm found. I was blind, but now I see silver wings shining in the sunlight. Farther along, we'll understand why. But I still come to the garden alone. Come home, come home; it's suppertime.