Ode to nothing

by Farther Lair

I am an empty apartment complex on the busiest street. Filled with the ghost of the past and a vessel for what was there, for what was mourned. You'll pass by me unknowingly, You'll lose me in your line of sight if you paced too rapidly.

Like a blur from an unfocused lens, an invisible gust of wind, and a droplet from the heaviest rain you'll ever see.

I am the word that is always at the tip of your tongue, A familiar sensation,

But you can't quite put your finger on it. Or maybe I am the prologue of an upcoming apocalypse, The shift between rhymes or a weaved laurel, waiting to be hanged, A broken metaphor feeding blind mouths. I could be nothing and everything at the same time.