just write: an empty space.

there’s an empty space beside me
that only I can see. 
it’s shaped just like you
and you’re staring back at me. 

sometimes as people pass me
I can feel their stares
as I reach out to take your hand, 
to be met with empty air. 

though I can feel you staring back, 
it seems only I can see. 
and when I reach out to take your hand, 
you’re empty, just like me. 

I know that you’ve been gone awhile,
and there’s nothing I can do.
but I keep reaching and it proves

I’m empty, just like you.