Happiness in the empty

My happiness is the empty, 
        Not the void of black so plenty. 
I mean the empty you feel after a long day of work, 
        The good empty that leaves you falling to sleep with a smirk. 
I’ve mistaken this empty as the deep inside depression always lurking, 
        But sometimes it feels that way, as if your life is trying to take more sitting there jerking. 
This mistake has taken so many months of my life since my breakup away from me, 
        But this emptiness, no it signals that we have so much to grow from much like a tree. 
See this empty is what people let control their lives, 
        That’s not how it should be, you should always be looking for memories to save and archive. 
From a fun day of hanging with friends, out on the town, or even a lazy day in bed, 
        The emptiness that you feel isn’t bad, it’s all in your head. 
Easier said than done I know; I've let it have its fair amount of mental shove 
        That emptiness just shows, there's more than that one person or one thing in life to love.