Wednesday, March 14, 2012

The Only Thing

You've dissappeared,
Like everything else.

Who else can I talk to?
I’m lost.

When you left,
And he left.
You took everything with you.
But the absence of you,
Of him,
Is everything I look.

A huge hole has been punched through my chest,
But in a way,
I am glad.

The pain in is my only reminder,
That it was real,
And you both are alright.

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