through all of the pain,
there is nothing.
Numb like the phantom
of a ghosted limb that was:
My heart without you,
feeling nothing.
I will never be able to approach
a thought or a whisper,
what it means to be
so empty outside of you.
Once empty inside of you,
so full of nothing,
now without your touch
merely a ghost of a shell.
Where is the substance of my soul,
life blood you robbed by accident,
like dust clings to callous boots
walking away from me.
Tearing through nothing
as nothing, toward nothing,
empty without the fullness
of being empty through you.
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