project: empty space

Empty Space

The couch sagged on the left
Where you used to sit
It is empty now
But it misses you so much
The imprint of your body it has kept intact

I guess I forgot to tell him you would not come back
That you don’t care for us anymore
That you readily forgot all the memories the leather holds
Those cold cuddly popcorn nights as well as the warm summer nights of sweet tea and scones

Still he keeps insisting on keeping your place on hold
As if he hasn’t given up hope
I don’t know which of us the worse fool is
He, who still keeps your place warm
Or me, who’s heart follows his lead
Hoping beyond hope
That once again
You will fill the empty space
You left.



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