There is an emptiness
that resonates in my fingers
resides in my toes
makes a cavern of my heart
There is truth
that cannot be spoken
a pain to real to face
the truth is
I was nothing
just a body to fill your space
I left no mark upon your life
your home
or heart
or mind
Its as if I was never there
and this suits you just fine.
Monday, April 4, 2011
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