My Feeling of Empty

Golden notebook pages,
empty,
resting on a broken heart.
They wait for the writer.
They wait for a song.
They wait to have ink
spilt
and run across their golden lines.
Empty hallow spaces
needing
words to learn new faces,
teach me how to live.
Black and blue ink
destroy
fragile hearts
until ink drys on
golden notebook pages
to fill
empty
hallow spaces.