coming back home
to those empty walls;
craving food
which could also be love;
hearing the emptiness of my heart
growing bigger and bigger until it stops.

closing my eyes and seeing my death --
the causes of nightmares and insomnia;
cleaning the kitchen that is never used;
breathing for you,
even though you do not exist.

looking at the quiet room -- imagining it full;
the bed remains made
because nobody cared to mess it