The Black Hole

The breath that has been vacuumed out no longer sustains me.
My balance is gone.
The outstretched arms of support
Have fallen to her sides,
Withdrawn and lifeless.
I can no longer be taken in by them.
In the distance is a fog of tears and laughter,
Slowly evaporating
Until only sudden and unexpected showers replenish the memories.
Left exhausted and empty, the vacuum still draws on me.