I fill the void that lies within me with anything I can find
be it clouds of thick, black smoke that permeate every once immaculate surface
within my hollow frame
or the bottle of whiskey that burns its way down my throat
like you, these things are fleeting
and only make me feel whole for a moment
and I can't help wondering
if it was you who left the void
or if you were just another substance
with which I tried to fill it