for better or worse

how things come and go,
its curious

back and forth
up and down
like my mood:
all or nothing

and for the better
now it is just curious,
nothing,

not a second in my day
not even
a grain of salt
not the h of its word
not even
a slight breeze
not a worry
not even a piece
of sheet

just this sweet nothingness

but
or and
here i am talking about it:
nothing

him: nothing.

used to be like all

and maybe that was why,
the like,
it disappeared,
it waned,
away
not to come again,
at
all
or nothing,

and now this nothing
curiously enough,
deserves a couple of lines,
a few couple of verses,
to mark its nothingness,
its void.

to cheer it,
to sign its full stop.

and the white space that it
then allows.