Matchbook Cover

I reached out for something in the dark.
Something,
even a bump.

But my fist remains empty.
Nothing in my clutch.
Fingers gripping tight to the squishy red palm,
ready to grasp, ready to fight.

In the hollows beyond existence,
I'm reaching out
Yet my hand remains empty.
Busily my arms seek out,
wandering the hollow darkness.

My arms extended,
looking for you,
but only grasping
the beautiful nothing.