The Void

I remember that night
it was my mom's birthday
we talked for hours
What do you want to be when you grow up?
No idea. You?
Me neither. What do you want to do?
Travel. See Itally, Austrailia, London,
Norway.
I want to see The Void.
Where's that?
The place between the conscious and the subconscious.
Why do you want to go there?
Because I'm tired of here.
I understand that feeling. Well, I don't understand it. But I know it.
I want to let everything fall away.
Don't we all.
I wish I could. Just wake up in a new world. Where I can start over
Bring me back a T-Shirt.
I'm serious.
I know.

I remember the next morning, too.
I poured out my cereal.
Turned on the news,
There you were.
The last time I saw you, I was all in black.
My heart seemed to beat slower,
as my dark hazel eyes met your cold, pale eyelids.
I hope you've found your Void
and it's all you wished it to be.
But we'll never know,
will we?