Empty

Deep within where it lingers  
that shunned empty space  
waiting, yearning and hoping  
for that strange feeling.  
 
It lightly gets grazed  
by people flowing past me  
like ships in the night  
as I cling into their fleeting solace.  
 
And when it withers  
i curl into a shell of despair  
with that icy hollowness, again  
waiting, yearning and aching  
 
for whatever that feeling is.