Empty Spaces

I want to hear how you’re getting on,
Tell you about my day.
I can’t.

…And when I’m alone,
I’m alone.
You’re not there
To be looked forward to.

What would we say to each other now?
Maybe nothing.
Maybe nothing could be nice?
Nicer than all those empty spaces,
I try to fill with lesser things,
Than being with you.

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