nobody

there's always something nostalgic

about empty spaces—

a vacant seat,

the frame without any picture on it,

the void within a puzzle,

a street with no one meandering

I've constantly wondered,

if those nullified expanses

were once being occupied,

and now being left—

abandoned

 ̶(̶I̶ ̶w̶i̶s̶h̶,̶ ̶t̶h̶o̶s̶e̶ ̶w̶e̶r̶e̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶—̶

̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶o̶s̶e̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶u̶n̶f̶a̶m̶i̶l̶i̶a̶r̶

̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶s̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶b̶e̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶e̶m̶p̶t̶i̶e̶d̶,̶

̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶o̶s̶e̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶

̶e̶x̶p̶e̶r̶i̶e̶n̶c̶e̶ ̶s̶u̶c̶h̶ ̶e̶n̶d̶)̶

how saddening it must—

to once be filled with something,

especially if its attached

with care and affection,

with deeper meaning,

with love

and everything

and in just a snap of a finger,

a person,

a fragment,

or even a piece

just leaves you

it's just a portion of your entire existence—

a little part of your wholeness—

but it felt like 

everything has been taken away from you

and you feel nothing at all—

because what is inside you

is just pure emptiness

and what's worse

is it can still be filled, yes,

but far from what it was once