And there is nothing
or more than I expected.
I am left disenchanted
and wondering.
Beginning with beer
and feelings
and something.
There is nothing.
It began, maybe,
in a nook
in between
something or
the lack-thereof.
We are left
aching
and wanting
and uncomfortable.
Don't remind me-
you always remind me.
Small fragments
of a dream
or a memory
or a premonition.
There is nothing.
A darkness,
a void,
a vacancy.
The sign was lit,
we got a room.
There was nothing.
