Low Point

When I take a deep

breath,

let my lungs

expand and pause,

I remember being

young

and being

happy,

and before I

can exhale,

I am crying,

sobbing into

my nothings,

filling my

empty evenings

with tears. 

I am full

during the day,

but when my dear

friend finally sets,

I am so

f*****g destitute.