Tuesday, December 23, 2014
there is a place
there is a space
a room in my heart
left empty by you..
i fill it with books
and memories..
i cover it in bandages
with the purrs
of a cat
who sits over that hole
fills it with love
'til he jumps off
to the next thing.
there is a hole
i fill with random thoughts
and gestures
and hope
all fleeting
like the clouds..
the fog that rolls in off the hills
across the bay
lost to drowning..
poisoned by sorrow
there is that emptiness
left and never filled
for long longing.
Labels:
bad poetry,
grief
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