Sunday, July 10, 2011

Missing You

I see you in every forgetful face
Inside all the confused glares
I wonder if I could have changed your mind
From wasting slowly away

You left me an empty house
full of mosquito bites
and Spiders that would terrify a giant
An empty house I've avoided
because then I would have to face reality
that you're in a place
where I can't go and visit
to give you a hug and have you ask me
"who are you?"

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