The Feeling of Nothing

      I remember the way your smile lit up when he was yours. I remember the giggle in your tone.Your fingers  resonated brightly because of him and those hands that you used to hold tight and warm. That bond was your castle and no one could hurt you. No one could make you fall. Layer by layer, brick by brick, together you built a steady love but the foundation was weak. He intentionally designed the mass to overwhelm you eventually but He was willing lighten a little of the load in exchange for what He wanted. You thought your smiles were set as one but there he left you, clueless and alone on that bitter cold night. While you sit there and freeze, your memories are burning through your mind, and all you can do is replay that deathly painful, yet beautiful night. What happened? His smile was glowing brightly underneath the inconsistent lighting of the fireworks. With each explosion it was as if your emotions were in sync with the fireworks, his smile was your smile and you enjoyed every minute. That magical moment sizzled in your soul and your heart was whispering to you, "go ahead...this is love and its yours to grasp... don't let it slip through those warm fingers of yours... don't let them go cold... again."

       And there you sit, days later, with your abandoned fingers next to the flames of the bridges that you've burnt but you feel nothing.You are nothing. Nothing can replace the warmth of that horribly amazing night. You call across the remains of a bridge but again, you hear nothing. You feel nothing. You are nothing. You bind up any remnant of hope and release it over the rim, never to feel of it again but like a anchor it weighs you down, over the edge, to the depths of your despair.