Empty
There’s so much emptiness
that I’m engulfed by it
sitting on a bench
that would seat three,
maybe four,
I sit in the middle
to make it feel full
but it shouts out
about the emptiness
surrounding me.
Then there’s the chairs
and the table
all empty.
And where are the words,
my words
the ones in my head
that should be seeking paper
and pouring out quick as coffee
in a crowded cafe.
They used to be there
but now,
like the cafe,
my head is empty.
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