Empty Spaces
There’s no escape from you.
Eyes shut, you appear. Immediate, as if you’ve been waiting for me.
Eyes open, I fill you in. Every color, every shape, tells a story of you and me.
The good, the bad, the sad, the mad, it’s all the same. It’s all just you.
You, who is no longer here. The ghost of you haunting me.
My mind turns against me, memories cutting me open.
A stream of remorse flows from the wounds.
I hear footsteps outside my door, hoping it’s you with bandages ready for my bleeding heart.
But it’s not you. These wounds, my only souvenir.
Empty spaces where you once were, serves to remind me of my tragic flaw.
