Nothing

There is a nothing that nothings
Ever yawning as we speak
And fall into silence
And distance
And time.

It sledgehammers in every pause
That lengthens into days
And breaths between words
And endearments
And love.

It is the only thing there is,
A nothing that is there,
A fall so complete in perfection and oneness
It is almost like home.

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