Emptiness

the day everyone leaves my side is the day I die inside

with no one left could I survive on my own?

all the times spent enjoying each others presence, gone

having that person who would listen to my stories, gone

going on road trips that lead to who knows where, gone

making last minute plans that end up being a blast, gone

late night conversations and no sleep was worth it, gone

to be consumed by every thought that pops into my head

to hear every drop of water that strikes the sink

to wish nothing more than to stay in bed

to have too much time on my hands to think

to hear every tick-tock of the clock

with no one left could I survive on my own?

the day everyone leaves my side is the day I die inside