empty

it’s night once again.
no stars shine in the sky
with a thick blanket
of clouds
poised overhead.
the window is open,
but no breeze
enters this little room.
our bed seems much
too large as
your side remains
vacant and still.
the clock on the wall
continues its
unceasing chore,
the hands sweeping
out vast stretches
of time
which ultimately capture
only nothing.