It’s Empty

There’s a room in my house.
Just down the hall from mine.
There’s a room in my house.
But it’s empty.

There’s a spot in my womb.
It’s an inconspicuous, invisible little spot.
There’s a spot in my womb.
But it’s empty.

There’s a bed in the hospital.
It’s on the third floor, with a bassinet beside.
There’s a bed in the hospital.
But it’s empty.

There’s a space in my arms.
One I never noticed I had,
Till there was a space in my arms,
And it was empty.

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