Nobody is completely empty
When you are with your friends
Or loved ones.
Not completely.
It's there, of course.
That sad emptiness.
But not all the way.
It hits you on the bus ride home
When he sits across from you
And won't look at you.
It hits you when you wake up
From your naps.
It hits you when you're stuck
In nightmares
And then you scream and
It hits you when you
Think you
Might be happy
Enough to not want to die
But then it hits you
And you feel it all over again.
Flicker of hope diminished, just like that.