Nothing

Nothing

I came home to find a note that filled an empty house,
Screaming ink that formed a stranglehold of lines,
Lines which caught my throat and killed the breath
And made me feel hot when I should have been feeling loving
As the blood rushed to my head,
And the appalling sound of nothing kept
Battering my eardrums.
Silence is so heavy,
Too heavy when you're unwillingly alone.

And when I crawled between the cold sheets
Of our bed that is only my bed now,
And reached out for nothing,
Reached out in the hope I'd catch a memory of you
In between my quiet fingers,
The silence was still too heavy
And the nothingness still too loud.

Laying awake in the dangerous light of morning
On a day that should still have you in it
I am weighed down,
Pinned down by my emptiness,
By the nothing that is stamping
Heavy, heavy on my chest,
And shaking as the silence closes in,
The screaming, screaming silence that you left me in.