There is a void inside

There is a void inside me.
Those who have read this blog for some time will know that I have had voids before. And dealt with them.
But this one is different.
In every previous instance, the void has been created by something leaving my life.
In this case, the void has occured because something hasn’t entered my life.
Not yet anyway. I maintain that hope.
It’s a void. A lack. A phantasm. Anti-matter for the soul.
And I’m not sure how to handle it.
I have questions. I can’t ask them. I can’t get answers. I’m not sure I’d want to hear the answers even if I could ask the questions. And I think the void has questions too.
Distractions? None found so far.