Empty Space

Sometimes I wonder what it will be like and what it will look like. I’m tired of looking into a blank, empty space - over imagining a face I’ve looked for in a crowd a thousand times. I need a tangible view, but time bleeds through the days like marker through paper. It never appears, and it leaves me wondering why I’m still alone, yet holding on to hope that I’ll look one more time into that crowd and you’ll be standing there looking back.