Zero: A Short Poem

Emptiness bows before emptiness

Photo by Massimo Sartirana on Unsplash

Beneath the bed covers,
there was no one there.
They rested like a body
but were just layers.

“You’re an onion”, she said
“and exhausting.
I peel and peel,
but find only layers”.

I put mirrors opposite
and stood therein.
infinity in all directions,
and emptiness within.