Ode on Emptiness


Here’s to the unspoken conversations,

the unheld hands,

the unwritten letters,

the unsung serenades.

Here’s to the peals of laughter that we’ll never share

and the twin brown eyes that will never meet

and the nights I’ll never spend

curled up against your chest,

listening to the soothing rhythm of parallel heartbeats.

Here’s to the moment when we look at each other and know

and our stomachs flutter,

and you lean in and the hands brush at the lips’ touch,

and the rush of blood from head to heart binds a meeting of two lonely souls,

a moment that will never pass.

Here’s to a bridge that crumbled before it was ever built

the loveliest of roses too perfect to bloom

the train to Neverland missed by a millisecond

the greatest thing that never happened to me.

Here’s to the potential of Everything


leaving a vast vacancy

filled by a vast Nothingness,


And I hear the sound of silence

amplifying the numbing pain,

mourning the death of hope.