I reach for you
And you are not there
What should be solid and firm
Slips through my grasp
Not like water or air
You can feel those
No, this isn't like that at all
This is nothing
It isn't cold
It isn't dark
It isn't even a void
Because a void implies some sort of edge
Where the nothing begins
And the something starts
Instead, there is nothing
Nothing
Nothing
And I learn that hell isn't fire and brimstone
It isn't a kind of torture that causes pain
It's not an agony of the flesh
It's just
Nothing
How does my heart go on?
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