Empty Paper

Her gaze went to the snow falling outside and a chill washed over her small form.
Spring was so strange here at times. One day warm with birds chirping in the trees and the next the snow is flying like winter has started all over again.
Her hand slid over the blank piece of paper on the desk and she dropped her eyes to it.

Blank.
No matter how she tried she could not pull up the emotions to write a single word.
She saw his picture today and for a moment there was life within her soul. Even if it was a sharp, breath stealing pain, she felt alive for a moment. Shit, she was shocked to feel anything at this point.
Her mind raced and she knew, yes I will be able to write tonight. To let the emotions that are so tightly bundled away come unraveled in a torrent of not so neat explosions of anguish and love.

I wanted to write down exactly what I felt but somehow the paper stayed empty.
And I could not have
described it any better.

She stood and tossed the pen aside on the desk.
Empty. Yes she was empty.
She walked away and did not look back for there was nothing to see.