To: Empty Spaces

Here's something that's been rattling around in my head all day. It's about family, houses, graves, contracts, and daughters.


One and one left their homes
set out young to create their own.

One and one filled up what they could
of an empty space.

So I'll raise a glass, to these empty spaces.
Raise a glass, there's room in empty places.
Fill these spaces up with the memories of us...
Raise a glass, it's not enough.

Two by two, these empty spaces
seem to grow smaller with every day.

Two by two, in empty places
we try to hold out but we can't stop time.

So I'll raise a glass, to these empty spaces.
Raise a glass, there's room in empty places.
Fill these spaces up with memories of all of us
Raise a glass, but it's still not enough.

Watch all three grow up and leave: empty rooms will fuel the grief.
Watch all three change their names: create spaces of their own.

Side-by-side, two empty spaces

in the ground - space enough for two.

Side-by-side, two empty spaces

on the contract - room enough for two.