I've started writing
Again
I'm sure that would
make daddy
happy.
To know I've begun
to fill that empty space
with words rather than objects,
with emotions rather than people
and
with myself rather than everyone else.
What he doesn't know
What they don't know
What nobody know
is
that empty space is never filled
maybe a bit but never fully
not with boys or *****.
That space is ever growing .
Every time I think it's stopped
yet another event
stretches it
and who do I
tell about this
seemingly
endless dark space
when everyone I care about
has fallen
inside.