Devoid

The grass beneath my feet,
The light touch of the sun rays,
The whistling of the wind,
Distant chirping of mary birds,
Within the circle of peaceful trees.

The faces of friends,
The voices of family,
the laughing of beloved young ones,
The embraces of a loved pet,
None can seem to mend.

Despite familiar faces so plenty,
Their smiles, laughter so many,
Even surrounded by tens or twenties,
The feeling somehow is quite empty.

For all one needs is that other,
To fill the void, that empty space,
And when the cruel devoids the lovers,
The tears finds me in desperate embrace.