Emptiness.

Emptiness can never be fully understood until it saunters over and catches you by surprise. I am staring at a blank page, an unwritten chapter that refuses to be forgotten. After a time, the blankness will be replaced; words will spill out and the tragedy will be known to all who read it.

And yet words will never be enough to mask desperation. For beneath these very words, hidden emotions come to life and memories of you cry out to be relived. You have found a place in me and have given me more than I will ever deserve.

My heart beats, but it gives life to nothing—I am lifeless—I feel lifeless. My body moves, but its actions are uncertain; it is forced to conceal its fragility. It is vulnerable, blown away by the wind. My mind is burdened with endless reveries of what used to be. It is not an easy task to simply erase you from who I have come to be. I break down at the mere thought of you. How easy is it for you to walk in and out of my life without bothering to take a second look?

I am making my best efforts to release you, to accept that I have to step aside and hold back my tears as I watch you shine. To escape from the familiar warmth of your arms; the gentle assurance of your voice. It was your love that kept me together. You completed me. Now I have to be complete on my own.