Chairs scrape noisily,
and I come out of my daze.
I’ve been there, in that chair,
I’m not even sure what I’d been thinking
as I sat there
and stared at my desk,
stared at it, but did not see it,
I was thinking about
I sure don’t…
or maybe I do,
I search my brain
only to find it blank and empty.
But, perhaps that is it,
perhaps I was thinking of emptiness.
That big black emptiness
the kind that grabs you
when you realize you’re alone
when you realize how long you’ve been alone,
and how long you will be alone.
That emptiness that sucks you in
until you have no other option,
but to be alone
in that cold, black, emptiness.