Nothing at all

It feels easier to breathe when the airs knocked out,
when there's nothing left to hold onto.
when there's no longer a "him",
to hold onto.

he made it easier to enjoy the small things in life,
made it easy to focus on almost nothing at all.

like how the wind can conduct the leaves to dance,
in a motion that sweeps you off your feet.

Or how the sun is merely a huge light bulb in the sky,
lighting its way to blind me from the world around me.

Finally, the light has done its purpose,
and im blinded from the living.

No more attempts of floating on the oceans horizon,
for it has truly swallowed me whole.

no more of his arms to embrace me with remembrance,
his eyes to show me the way,
his mouth to silent my wicked thoughts?

Nothing makes sense when he's gone,
not even this silly little poem,
but yet with that much known,
its the purpose to what im trying to say.

and that my friends, is nothing at all.