The Absence of Creates the Longing for

Sound echoing off of hollow walls

Makes you realize the lack of space

You contain

You, meaning me, of course

Because you aren’t something

That can understand pain

You’re the anti-something

You’re worse than nothing

Loss.

I’ve known you intimately

Given you everything

Despite your need for more

Can you believe I’m thanking you?

I can’t

But I am, and here it is

Thank you

I never realized what I had

‘Till it was gone

Cliché. I know.

Its too true though

I never knew pain

Until we met

It took me getting

Ground to dust

In order to become something

I didn’t realize how the

World could be so terrible

That it makes you want

To fix it

Didn’t realize that being hurt

By people you love

Could make you want to

Love people even more

Just so they don’t become

As hateful as you feel.

I know who I am now

I’ll always have a void within

Me, due to you,

Except now I know to fill it

With actions meant to enrich

Instead of drain

The world used to be

Black and white

Now its grey

And its so much better

I know now that not everything

Is as beautiful

As it was before I met you

Nor is it as grotesque

As I later believed

The world is, essentially,

Exactly what it is

Good or bad or netreul.

Doesn’t matter.

We make our own realities

And finally I know

What I want mine to be.

I want to be a better version

Of myself, fit to live

The world around me and

Prevent other people’s voids

From swallowing them whole.

This sounds ideal to me.

As ideal as a vastly grey

World can be which

Is all we can hope for,

I think. I also think that

I’ve finally found a purpose,

A sense of what is and isn’t

Important to me now.

And I owe this,

This new ambition,

This new outlook,

This new me,

All to you.

So thank you.