Not Even What? Poem by RIC BASTASA

there is actually nothing
that belongs to us
when we take something
like bread
we leave a space
and that space now
belongs to someone else
and when we eat the bread
something that we have
becomes not ours anymore
to keep
the bread turns to slime
or blood
or just a memory of the
bread we once took
from them
there is actually nothing
that we keep
nothing to hold forever
nothing to reminisce
that long enough
everything we keep is lost
like this thought
these lines
that you like to follow
and wish that there is something
of substance
like a bulb that lights
in your head
but when your suspicious hands
begin to touch
there is nothing
there is actually nothing
not even thought
not even
what?