I feel empty. As a cup filled and flushed, you were here in my life and you are now gone, never to return. I start crying in the middle of the day as I spontaneously remember our shared time, shared affection. It’s here, I know, but you moved on, escaped, let go. I hang on to this vacuum that sucks me in, as I try to fill the space you left in my heart with my own heart, but it’s impossible. There is something missing, something meaningful, something important. I feel alone and empty like a cup that’s been overturned, broken, left on its own, standing still in this cold-cold place.