Where Has All the Love Gone?

                             Promptly prompted, clicking for the new prompt,
                             reminded by my inner child within.
                             Now I read and see this week is prompt free,
                             an empty feeling begins to prompt me.
                             Sorry, just a sec…can you hear that sound?
                             Click-ick, click-ick, click-ick, there’s an echo,
                             it seems my keys are echoing back at me.
                             Bouncing through the empty hall off the walls,

                             the inner child feeling sad and empty.
                             Familiar family face, fading
                             away, perhaps onto a better day.
                             I don’t like the hollow echo inside,
                             almost like love, but hurting butterflies.
                             Is there such a thing as almost like Love?
                             Those that aspire, lift their heads higher,
                             in order to be inspired by Love. 

                             A prompt free week that’s forcing me to think,
                             exploring my mind, to see what I find.
                             What I see is loss and an empty hall.
                             Where has all the Love gone, on a sad day?
                             All packed and moved, a friendly home Love-less,
                             and its walls, like these halls, ring of silence.
                             There are shadows hanging on my port walls,
                             they will haunt me, until the day Love calls.

Jame L Finley
June 2008