Emptiness

I look at you and recognize nothing 

You are a stranger

Your secret being that you don’t move 

Don’t travel any orbit 

You are the same today, tomorrow, and yesterday 

and I haven’t stopped moving 

Along my own trajectory

Through you, past you, around you.

You are still nothing I want 

Love is a faded, tattered memory 

Worn thin at the edges and 

Poorly remembered 

If you hung my heart on a scale

It would crash to earth

The opposite of a feather 

More weight.