I look up at a grey expanse
A thick consuming
Emptiness of sky.
Can I mourn something that never was?
Can I mourn an emptiness?
I look up at empty skies
I feel empty too
I feel numb
Like all feelings have been drawn out
Have been lost somewhere along the way.
I know I’ll find my way back to them
But for now I’m living in this patch of grey,
This empty sky
Devoid of birdsong