the thing we label love

Love is no longer here

In this silent echo-room

The thing we label love remains

And does its best to stay awake

Amid the din of numb and ache

But I can feel the hollow here

We both feel the breathless empty

The closest thing we had to love

Hitched its ride upon the soles

Of your muddy, heavy boots

And set off on its journey to

Who knows who…

Far away from my doorway

Unable to give a wave to

Me still inside

A broken-lock-blinds-down-hallway-darkened-window-cracked-goodbye.

 

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