Emptiness
and so this is emptiness
that pang that i get
in the pit of my stomach
when i try to forget
how good that it felt
to just hold your hand.
and i can’t erase it
it won’t disappear on command
these thoughts they keep coming
flooding my head and drowning my heart
in a torrent of confliction
that tears me apart.
i want to go back
to the place where your head
left an imprint on my pillow
but i’m here all alone instead.
so this is emptiness…
