Where You Used to Be?

There’s a void in my chest. In my heart, it seems. Funny how there’s this illusion, that I feel it — empty — when I know there can’t literally  be a hole (or anything to signify that something has gone missing) in my heart, ’cause then I’d be dead.

Absurd, this emptiness that does not actually exist.

If it’s physically impossible, how do I feel it?

If it’s not there, how does it feel so real?

So absurd.