Your absence is the silence I hear
following my thoughts
late at night
in a half empty bed
where I lay with just me
and the voice in my head

Where are you now
and when will you be
lying right here
arms encompassing me

It's hard to be happy
when no one is listening
but even harder to hurt
when I don't know who I'm missing

Loneliness is easy
when there is someone
to long for
but what happens when there's no one to miss anymore?

Isn't emptiness the lack of something that once filled up an entire space?

So what happens when nothing was there in the first place?