Empty

Sometimes i wake up 

in the middle of the night 

on my side of the bed

I turn around to find 

the other side empty. 

I come out of my room 

into the hallway 

and find it empty.

If i were to walk out 

to my front porch, 

it would still be empty

If, out on the road, 

still empty

I sit in the farthest corner 

of an empty bus, 

travelling through 

empty highways 

to a deserted library.

They say that air rushes 

to occupy empty space

Except everything 

now feels like vaccum 

My porch, 

the highways 

and my heart.