Looking

When does this reaching cease,
this looking for something.
You can't even say what it is,
but you only know
that there is a big

empty
space

where something should be.

The day you finally know
what it is
you still can't say it.
No.
You won't say it.

As if saying it out loud
means you finally have to do something.
You can't possibly bear it,
but your still sitting.

Still empty.