I am missing you
by heartbeats today
in this exhale of winter;
this intake of spring.
Here, pressed into
a corner and surrounded
by walls of glass,
I take a moment to
recall the world.

I am a shell of that former self
I only ever longed to be
- passionless and broken,
without so much as
a new addiction
to push me forward to
early mornings and
another illusion of
new beginnings.

In these days
where the wind
can no longer
sustain itself;
where the rain
falls unconvincingly;
where the sun struggles
to mount the hilltops;
I am taken by the feeling

that i am
empty
empty
emptiness...

08/10/2003

Posted on 08/10/2003
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