Nothingness!

Was left in the corridor with the shadows of nothing, but nothingness. I looked through the corridor and saw not a movement; it was winter and yes cold. I looked to the footsteps which for a while were wandering here, they had all gone and all what was left was I, looking and wondering at this sudden feeling of being left with nothing. I in my reverie imagined you, the bustling of the autumn morning, the bright sky and yours smile and the feeling of being held closely. Now I feel orphan, orphan of the sweet heaven I once cherished. It all just slipped through my hands and I saw it slipping through my grip, how subtle the changes are I wondered. I today stand here as being nothing but an identity of past, a name of past which perhaps has now been long forgotten and buried in the pages which are long turned never to get back again. I in my lost glory struggle through these moments of nothingness to get all that was lost back and in my toil of every second I haven’t spent a time relishing the old days with a smile that pains the muscles of my jaw to bear it any longer and then I wonder in those flips of seconds will you again visit me to see me tethered and torn and un-glorified with a present blotted with nothingness?