Burn

Black slips through my hands
just like the rope that I once held
that was your heart.

Losing everything.
Losing white.
"They" say that white is everything.

Losing nothing.
Losing black.
"They" say that black is nothing.

Black is void and empty.
Black is nothing.

How can losing "nothing" hurt so bad?

I have heart-void.
I have rope-burn.