Sunday, October 31, 2010

Empty

Empty where there were ideals
Empty where dreams once woke
Empty where there was an 8pm phone call
Emptier still where there were words

Empty skin were there was a lover
Empty where hand is held out
Empty ears waiting for voice
Emptiness in all this noise

Empty like at the end of my out breath
It is a potent time

Time to inhale

Inhale

Life

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