Lonely Empty Conversations

Now, I have late night conversations,

With the universe,

Where I'm the only one talking.

Or rather complaining,

About you,

Or ranting,

About something that I know you could handle better than me.

Ask it questions,

That I would rather ask you,

Because I knew you would say,

Exactly what I wanted to hear,

But I couldn't bring myself to say it to me.

Which is why, now, I'm talking like a mad woman,

Staring up at the sky,

And nudging the universe,

To notice.

If it is not yet,

Everything that has been happening,

In your absence.

Is this how it's supposed to be,

So empty, so lonely,

This is how one should never feel,

So lonely, so empty.