As always, I love clearlee’s relentless honesty.
There is an emptiness in me.
Today, the emptiness in me is child-sized.
Last night, it was the size of a bottle of wine.
Sometimes, when I dream, the emptiness is the shape of someone that I used to know.
There is a space inside me, and I want to fill it with things. The space changes and morphs to what it wants. Often, it fools me into thinking that it is gone and then it abruptly makes itself known. Last night, we celebrated Thanksgiving with family- the food and drink were plenty. So the space within me grew to about 26 ounces big, and was crimson in colour. And earlier, I had brunch with a girlfriend- one of my last few friends who was child-less. She is pregnant. And while I feel so much joy for her, the space inside me cried out, in the shape of a child. Is…
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