A/N: Wow, I have not seen 'The Wannabe in the Weeds' or 'The Pain in the Heart' in over a month, and suddenly I am al inspired… Right. I would think you know the drill by now. Second person PoV poem, yada, yada, yada. Bones' PoV.

Work is all there is to do

Because it makes it so easy

To lose yourself

To feel nothing.

It used to just be like this

But it wasn't empty

And you didn't feel dead inside.

You didn't feel much of anything,

Which was fine.

But then he came

And taught you how to feel.

His death makes you

Feel everything

And wish you

Felt nothing.

So you work.

A/N: Short. Depressing. And yet I liked it. And you? Be honest. I don't think I'll hate you.