The space

There are certain holes of emptiness that can never be filled. The person who when your train is suspended calls you instantly. Are you ok. Do you want me to drive to you. That person when you’ve just had an auto accident, they are the first face you see before the police arrive. That face that is holding your hand when you are about to be operated on and the face who stays all night until you are in recovery. That call who says do you need me to shovel you out mom at the first sign of bad snow. That person who is first to be excited a month before your birthday because they’ve already bought your gift. He was all of those people and my hole will never be filled.