Nothing

I have everything.
So why do I feel like nothing?

Love, within reach
Intimacy immediate
But who am I when we touch?
Who am I the next morning?

When I wake up and try to ground myself;
Anchors aweigh.

My heart and soul float in the wind.
Who am I but a shell?
Without myself, how am I here?

I need me to make it through the day,
But she's not satisfied.

She flies away.
Cut the string.

Nothing is forever.