The Nothing I Missed

The first poem I wrote where I started to branch into the style I write now

sunlight shines down
and I try to see
slicing through the peace
to see what I missed

but I cant really see
what was never there
but I continue to search
though the curtain of sunlight

Across the grass
mesmerized by
the simplicity and sadness
of the cruel empty space

but isn't it just that
the emptiness that invigorates
because I can relate
to that beautiful nothingness

I wave goodbye tearfully
to my new found friend
only to receive the universal answer
nothing