The Weight of Nothing

A night blurred by bodies, two shadows entwined,

words whispered in darkness, but no meaning to find.

The sheets still carry warmth, a ghost of your breath,

a fleeting connection, but I feel its death.

Morning light exposes what silence has drawn,

a canvas of nothing, the moment now gone.

I trace where you lingered, but it’s empty and cold,

how do I fill this space with the stories untold?

You slipped out like smoke, just a flicker, a sigh,

yet here in this stillness, I question why.

A hunger for more, but the hunger feels raw,

my heart plays the fool, caught in the draw.