Empty space of: her.

I hear the wind howl.

I don’t trust her love.

I wallow in pity.

I forget to breathe.

I am strong and weak.

And my face speaks truth.

I dance. Dance at night.

And I forget her.

Because she is nothing.

I am young and afraid.

I love feeling and hate, hate beginning.

But I sense the end.

I stop to pretend

That I am ok.