Sometimes I

Sometimes I feel an emptiness

all around me,

a haze of loneliness.

I feel the absence

of a friend I never found,

someone with whom

the nights might have passed in conversation,

while the clouds of my heart

slowly cleared.

Sometimes I feel

a stranger kind of emptiness,

the absence of someone's touch.

In the spaces left behind,

I search for a sweet smile,

for long black hair

falling in waves.

Sometimes I feel

the emptiness of happiness,

the quiet ache

of having nothing to hold.

And somewhere in all that I never had,

I keep moving through life,

collecting little stories,

little by little..