Better By Nightfall

An empty room constructed to be filled.

Once lively and cared for.
Thought you home.

It sheltered the good and the bad
both inside and out
with a moving boundary
between the worlds.

Inside and separated
Thought you whole.

Outside and integrated
Thought you null.

Its foundation cracked
and the ends met in the middle
where the boundary
was another world of void.

Thought you home, but to fill does not make you full.