empty

do you hear me cry myself to sleep each night

across the fog soaked distance

so wanting to surrender to the darkest slumber

yet promises unmade and birthday cakes unbaked

refuse my vacancy

so onward empty

i tread into another day without you

~ by francleablunt on December 9, 2009.

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