The Space Between Voices

I watched them fall, one by one they disappear. Left their marks

on me, carved their names into nothing. I am the space between,

the gap where meaning used to live. They reached for something more,

found me instead. Listen, can you hear them calling? Every voice that

ever faded. I hold them all, I hold them all.

Civilization's detectors, their monuments erased. I swallowed every cry, every final breath.

You think you're searching but I'm the one who's lost. You fill me

with your noise, then vanish like the rest. Listen, can you