I was reminded of something I’d thought I forgot.

And then my heart, well it stopped.

I got angry, then pretended not to care. Then quietly walked down the length of the stairs.

I opened the blinds to look at the horizon. I laid on the bed, stared into the shadows. Then I wrote this trash poem.

But there are no words typed on a note that can ever express empty.

Because empty means nothing, and nothing is all I’ve got.