Somedays the glass really is half empty, only some days though,

And then there was
Nothing
Those who had promised
Something
Finally found their honesty
And fell silent

The gasps and the giggles
The bitter pokes and jabs of patronization
The talk of summer in the city
And winter in the wilds
Fumbled to a halt

No touching, no stroking
The fire just embers, then grey dust

For all the declarations, the hope and the fear
The clock was rewound
The history erased
Back to day zero
But not to start again
This time

Because now there is
Nothing.