i feel somehow hollow
there is a space within me, an absence
of
something which other people have, or i think they do
because their
enjoyment goes all the way through, or seems to
and mine is
only
a
shell.
i go out, i like to see these dear good people -
they make me smile!
-
but it does not warm me,
i come home and feel this absence,
this
distance
this nothing