At The Amtrak Depot

In this emptiness
This silent emptiness
Nothing is.
Nothing can be.
There is nothing here.
Nothing at all.
Nothing free.
I am hurt to the core.
And nothing can be done,
Nothing at all
There is nothing.
There was love, I thought.
That ended.
No more.
In this silent, empty, lonely silence.
There is no love.
No love.
In the heart ripped
Torn
Bleeding.
There is no master.
There is no seedling.
In this silent, dark awakeness.
This is my world
My love here
No need.
There is no love, no way.
In this silent dark emptiness.
The end of love is there.
And did I think it was
Unfair?
Unjust?
In the silent awareness
I sat.
I waited.
Nothing came.
No one there.
All alone.

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