I was in the kitchen waiting for my tea to steep,
Half asleep, when the talking head said Whitney
Houston was dead! Looking for consolation, I
Turned on the song that belonged to her: “I Will
Always Love You”. A plumber, who was there for
Repairs, appeared in the kitchen, tears streaking
His face and embarrassingly asked to return
Tomorrow to give him a day to confront his sorrow.
Deprived of the source of a sound in which he had
Found comfort and consolation, he had to find a
A detour around this hole in his soul.

A "hole in his soul" - very apt description of loss.
That's one of my favorite songs also.