Emptiness is the only thing that’s real
just as real as the wet grass you walked away on,
this feeling of nothingness
the honesty of empty space.
It has nothing to say
while the clocks continue to count,
nowhere to go
it just is, it is being.
We are not just one person,
there are three parts of us
one standing right here in peace
and the other two fighting over nothing.
Which one will you honor
which woman will you take to bed?
Your inner goddess
or the madness that strikes you in your dreams.
God I miss you
your small gestures, your hands
and the creases you left on the carpet
when you abandoned me.
You said it was nothing
as if nothing has a name.
Nothing at all, that was the reason
you felt nothing, nothing for me anymore.
Now I’m left with this empty magic place
the fragrance of our fate fills the room.
This heart full of nothing
this place that has no boundaries.
There is no beginning or end to space
the same air that you breathe in, I breathe out.
You said you needed to breathe
were you holding your breath before?
When you said you were saying words
that weren’t your own
you said you knew nothing.
And I listened as if that was something to hear.
Now I stand in this beautiful room
that is empty, empty of your precious
thoughts. Of your colorful costumes
of the small paintings in your eyes.
The faces that you made
to meet my face. You never saw me
I was the blank space between your words
before and after what you had to say.
The moments that don’t matter
are the ones I remember
like when you screamed until I said nothing
and I held my breath until you stopped.
Silence is all I have now
singing won’t bring you back.
Since you left there is no more noise
and all the absence of words, cannot bring me you.