That Sometimes Wistful Emptiness

Sometimes,
When I'm all alone
or even in a crowded room
I get the anxious feeling

That something,
Someone
is missing.

My stomach fills
with Wistful Emptiness,
my eyes fill
with burning tears.

I turn my head
in search of
something,
anything

To yank my mind
away from the pain,
but it doesn't always work.

I sit within myself.
Consoling myself.
Alone, yet surrounded.
"Your dad died."

And the tears flood my eyes,
fall down my round face.
The one that looks so much like his.

It's been 8 months.
A mean battle between
the Wistful Emptiness
 and "you're okay."