Voids

As I walked by the room
that I’d permanently known to be occupied
by the strongest force I’d felt,
the gaping void intensified
making its irreversible presence felt.

The empty space seemed to grow
emanating memories in vapors,
recreating moments left engraved;
with smells I’d grown accustomed to,
sounds I could fall asleep to,
and glimpses I could sight with closed eyes.

Is it a sense of regret
of moments left unfinished,
or a feeling of fear
of moments that can’t be relived,
or just a harsh reminder
of moments once cherished?

Nevertheless,
as the expanse widened
growing deeper and vast,
pulling me into the void
against all my conscious wishes,
I chose yet again to be hauled
by this strongest force I’d known;
for in presence or absence
this was one unfathomable power
I’d continuingly surrender to.