Houdini Poem by Rica Luxury

Open the door, and what do I see?
Look behind the curtain and not a person in sight.
Reach in the jar, empty as can be
No call, no text, no mail of any sort.
Stumble as I walk down the alley way.
Dazed as can be and what do I finally see,
my imagination, their it goes again playing tricks on me.
I pull these thoughts out of my head.
Fill up this jar with whatever I want.
Smash my thoughts to see which is strong enough to survive.
I see my heart on the floor crawling to find its matching piece.
What/who is out there to help complete the true me?