Gulp

there is nothing.

leaps and bounds of it:

this timeless vacuum

that spans the width

between you and i:

absolute nothing

in its entirety.

you there,

me here,

and between us-

pale static-

a void filled with

nothing;

the words and thoughts

we never reached-

touched-

breached-

completely smothered-

waterboarded

under a stream of

quiet,

pure silence.

there’s something

beyond that void;

a creature-like

buzzing montage,

a flickering newsfeed,

a busyness

that hums and preys around;

swallows up

that great nothing,

gulping down a dry throat-

almost coughing at the sharp

inexistence of it all.

and just as it was never there,

it was gone again.

a voided void.

back to it:

the sound of everything else.

a whole entirety:

and everything else.

you there

and me here

and everything in between.