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.
It is inevitably empty.
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