Ice cream
tv, tequilla
opium, and now
a vape
tasting like
passion fruit

typing
hoping to escape
the void
that haunts

I escaped
for a moment
in her arms

fantasy
longer lasting
than reality
the void
caught up

and now
the fear
the discomfort
the sadness

what now?

I clean 
the house
I empty
the past
i cry
tenderly

nothing more

the void
becomes more
comfortable
the house
transform itself
becomes mine

slowly regaining
my self
but what self
is that?