Something Is Missing

Sometimes,
I feel a void, an emptiness.
It is within my soul or heart?
I really don't know but I feel it.

Suddenly and abruptly
after work, after feeding the cat,
dusting, sweeping or mopping.

After I write, after eat or nap
before a trip, the coffee I sip.

It comes like a thief in the night,
leaving barren, without sunshine.

And I have no idea way.
Perhaps its just part of journey.
A mystery that God can solve.