void

have you ever wondered
how it feels to wake up
every other day
with a void in your chest?

that feeling of nothingness
but at the same time
something so heavy
that you can’t cross the street

on some days
i have this feeling
like i am this shattered lensball
picking pieces of myself up

we both know that
it’ll never be the same
on the other days
i try to turn this pain
into folded paper and
necklaces woven out of words

but then most times i fail
you dreamt of a house
while I found solace in the unknown
for the feeling we know as home

we both know that now
it is all a memory
but can you tell me how
to ease this pain
for I have been lurking

in the shadows and between
the warmth of unknown bodies
looking for a way
to feel at peace with the memories