Empty Is Not My Name:
Empty is not my name
Though her scorching numbness
seeps throughout my mind
And though her reaching tendrils choke me
The aching hollowness subsides
In your blinding presence
If only for a while
Just last week you played a song
And sweet droplets and notes fell on our ***** kitchen floor
Just last night we shoveled snow in the dark
Illuminated yellow shovels scraping the icy concrete
You let me sing softly and high
And the melody fell fragile and crystalline
On gleaming brittle snow
Accompanied by scraping on ice and deafening quiet
The notes were lost in the silence
With only the you and the moon as my witness
Just yesterday you sat on my right and pressed your shoulder into mine
And you whispered in my ear “are you okay”
And I wasn't
But I will be
And maybe empty is my name
But slowly you will fill me
Dec 9, 2025
Dec 9, 2025 at 5:25 PM UTC
Empty Is Not My Name:
Empty is not my name
Though her scorching numbness
seeps throughout my mind
And though her reaching tendrils choke me
The aching hollowness subsides
In your blinding presence
If only for a while
Just last week you played a song
And sweet droplets and notes fell on our ***** kitchen floor
Just last night we shoveled snow in the dark
Illuminated yellow shovels scraping the icy concrete
You let me sing softly and high
And the melody fell fragile and crystalline
On gleaming brittle snow
Accompanied by scraping on ice and deafening quiet
The notes were lost in the silence
With only the you and the moon as my witness
Just yesterday you sat on my right and pressed your shoulder into mine
And you whispered in my ear “are you okay”
And I wasn't
But I will be
And maybe empty is my name
But slowly you will fill me
