Sunday, April 28, 2013


What do we do when the heart is torn out
When there is nothing left but a u-shaped void

Let me once more touch you
let me stretch across the vastness
and caress you
let me reach in and hold your heart tenderly

For I long to see myself again in your eyes
and shower in your giggles

For nothing and no one fills the u-shaped void
the wilderness memories, the vast, unending starkness
of life without you.

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