Nothing
It’s funny
laughable even
what is left of you
so much yet,
so little
the possibilities
once endless,
seem null
it’s not empty
neither is it numb
nor is it full
it is simply nothing
with no fucking clue
what to do about it
what do I do
with these memories
of your face
your voice
your gait
your love
do I simply put them in a corner
and let them dissolve with me
is love about reciprocation
if so, I didn’t even stand a chance
to be unto you
what you were to me
if death is the only constant
what is the point in loving
is it just a way to while away
living
or is it that love
is just as inescapable ,
as we are born from it
death cannot exist
if no one lives
and life,
if no one loves
So what am I saying?
I don’t know
what am I even looking for
I am looking for nothing
I am looking for You
therefore,
I am looking for nothing.
