It was not the feeling of completeness
I so needed
But the feeling of Emptiness.
I felt very still and empty,
the way the desert must feel.
I said nothing for a time
Just ran my mind along the edge of
the human emptiness.
Only that Quietness and Emptiness
fitted together like stacked eggs
in a cold refrigerator.
Only that there was a gnaw
in the hollows at the base of the stomach.
Only that a hard hand
had a cut mark from a knife.
Only that they held each other close,
long after it was over.
Only that what they shared that night
was not happiness
but hideous emptiness.
There's just something obvious about emptiness,
even when you try to convince yourself otherwise.
Emptiness is normal.