This is NOTHING

This is how emptiness feels;

Like a glass, you're holding it, it's warm.
like a mirror even.
heavy, you see yourself in it.
It's crystal clear, it's shaped in a way you like, you turn it towards the sun, it reflects.
you can tell the direction of the sun with it.
I guess.
It fills your hands, it's icy, classy and glassy.
It shows you the ocean when your back is turned against it
perhaps you think these memories are stored somewhere.
somewhere inside those thick glassy walls, you take a glance at it and it fills you with self confidence
because it whispers to you, tells you things you never saw, shows you LIFE.
it knows your secrets, because you look at it every now and then to reiterate your affirmations
you talk about your Loss in front of it.
You cry in front of the mirror
you like to see your tears. I think...

Then the mirror, it's broken.
And in that thick walls, you find nothing!
No memories of you, no recording of yourself when you cried before it.
Just complete, utter NOTHING.
What was once in your sweet famously warm hands, is now a hip of Nothing.
Then,
you search the broken pieces...
if you can.
And it's all completely empty.
it's all been nothing.
All was NOTHING
Always will be... NOTHING