There is a popcorn ceiling above my bed,

I like to think of it as constellations,

Or the freckles on the face of Mother Earth,

One day I left to study and when I came back-

My little universe was gone, she had left.

The ceiling stripped bare leaving an abyss,

And I wonder if this is how it feels to be empty?

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