Standing, looking over a darkened pit br unsure of its depth br or if there's even a bottom to stop my falling br if anyone would be there to catch me br then I turn to what lies above me br I know the sky has no depth br no bottom, no measurement br day by day, it stretches more into eternity br it does not echo, br your voice does not reveberate off any walls br to reinforce your solitude br instead, your utterings linger in its vastness br they are never forgotten br just as you are never forgotten br that is where I long to bebr br Lisa Websterbr br