Is it okay? The way you miss before you knew better?
When you could change the shape of love depending on the weather?
When flowers in the concrete couldn't break your heart for days?
The death of a small animal now whispers "nothing stays"
Aren't you grateful for the nothingness?
The way that sparks don't catch?
You asked for this and here it is -
The nothing answered back.
Do you feel shame? The way you live like you deserved it better?
Is it your age? Collective pain? Or just the constant fretting?
You pick up every person just to try them on for size,
And whisper to yourself again "We're all supposed to try."
Aren't you grateful for the nothingness?
The way that sparks don't catch?
You asked for this and here it is -
The nothing answered back.
