Back to my cave

I can't really say it's your fault;
or mine.
What is fault after all... what is flaw?

I can't really say you did wrong
nor the opposite would apply.

So what am I doing here?

Nothing... nothing at all.

Time passes... and nothing.
Pages turn... nothing.
Good or bad... empty.

There I go back to my cave.

You hear my crying... nothing.
You see my standing... nothing.

And then I die back to my cave again.

Absolutely nothing.