It's been awhile
since I last grabbed
my pen.
Since I last wrote down
my mind
in a sheet of paper.

It's been awhile
since I last felt
anything.
Something good.
Something bad.
Since I last felt
anything.

Must be that I'm empty.
I'm an empty
human.
No heart.
No soul.
No mind.

It's been awhile since I last saw you.

I wonder if that has anything to do.

Maybe it was always you,
and never me.