Null

I am nothing.
I am nobody.
I am nowhere.

I am an empty space where a man tried to be.
I am anti-matter, what I touch becomes nothing too.
I am unseen, unknown, unfelt, and undetected.
I am the blind spot between your eyes, glossed over by the processing of vision.

I am love without touch without sight without sound.
I am the colour of my grandfather’s eyes.
I am mist, static, darkness, and smoke.
I am the word on the tip of your tongue.