Sixteen Year Echo

There is a space in the world
Created by each person, each life,
As they move beside us,
Sometimes quite closely.

And when they have been close
And, suddenly (or so it seems), their life ends
There is an empty space in the world
Sometimes quite close by.

A hollowness that is only filled
With the remarks we are directing
To the person that should still be there
Echoing to our hearts ... quite close.