Empty

I see an empty space.

Something once so insignificant and sometimes even irritating to maneuver around.

Is now a trigger of sadness and memories of what use to be.

It created a peaceful feeling of security, just by being filled.

Even if for only a short amount of time.

Now it creates an unsettling as it remains empty.

The empty space serves as a constant reminder of what transpired.

Leaving me broken, confused, and feeling so very, very, low.

It’s hearing the familiar sounds only to realize, the spot is still empty.

A space nothing else could fill in the same capacity of what use to be there.

It serves as a symbol of the future and the void that will always be.

Empty.

It is inevitably empty.

🌧 jenn