Filling the Hole

“I wanted to be needed…

Or at least, to be missed.”

Such sad and poignant resignation in those words.

This is a deep longing in ourselves.

To leave an impression,

To register,

To be recognized and to recognize

A kinship,

A shared something,

One to another.

To be the subject of

“He would love this.”


“I remember when she told me…”

Our hope and our fear,

One to each side of the coin.



We do, you know.

We do matter.

We were created to fill the hole in the world

That’s shaped like us.



We are recognized.

We are needed.


When each of us has moved from this place

(To a far better place)

We will be missed.

I take heart in that.


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