Nothing. An empty hollow. Numbness.
A hole where my heart should be.
Tired. Worn by the tides of sorrow.
I can picture you. Smiling. Laughing.
Long walks. Gathering each other.
Words I meant to say dry as dust.
Nothing. No hugs. No comforting.
Gone. So easily. So neatly.
I am the mess. Tiny cracks become fractures.
Broken piece of pottery. Broken life.
Nothing. Is all that remains of you.
Nothing. I am not nothing.
I am strong. I can be whole.
What you stole, I will regain.
Nothing. Will hold down
my spirit. My will. My soul.
They are mine. I will keep them.
Nothing. Is what I give to you.
Something. What the spirit needs.
Something. What faith provides.