Empty

I turned the corner

To see you standing

Empty. Your mouth

Wide open

Your chest a

Landing pad for

7 4 7s,

But you were vacant.

Your eyes wide open,

But were not seeing,

A past or future

With me in you

Or you in me.

Why can't all your

Missing parts just

Leave me be?

You've blinded all

My thoughts with

Dopamine.

Your brick and mortar

Heart is just mean.

But for all the wrong

Reasons you watch

Seasons pass

And won't just let me

Be me,

All the while shouting

At me, “you can't see!”

But oh baby, baby

My baby blues,

See right through

Your broken window

Panes, to look at

All that pain,

And I'd do it all again.

But not today,

And not tomorrow,

You'd only bring

Back all that sorrow

That no chisel

Could ever break,

And I couldn't take.

So, we'll save

Emptiness like

I save my best dress

For a funeral

And our ghosts.

We did the most

With the time

We had, though

Most of it was bad.

Now you're miserable.

I'm not even sad.