Empty Walls

When I look around all I see is emptyness. Empty chairs, empty cars, empty bikes, empty people, empty smiles. But then I look at you and something changes, it becomes less empty.
I'm in an empty room with empty walls. My life is empty, my smile is empty and then out of the nowhere, because there is no door, you show up, with your gorgeous smile and huge heart and you fulfilled me and you fulfilled the walls of the room and in the next minute or so, the (once) empty room, was full, full of happiness, full of colours and rainbows, full of all the things I love, including you, you were everywhere. In the walls, in the room, in my life, in  my smile...
Then, you disappeared, you left. You left the walls, you left the room, and later, you left my life. 
You made me believe in fulliness and in a heartbeat, you disappeared and I went back to being empty, I went back to my empty room with its empty walls and my empty life greeted me like a good old friend. But my smile, my smile would never be empty again, my smile is the only thing you gave me you didn't take back with you, so I'm keeping it. My smile is the mark, your mark on my empty life.