empty home.
Sept 8 2024, old poetry with a new home
a loneliness filled in your absence
an absence i still haven't filled
your ghosts still haunt the hallways
the walls still whisper your names
the mirrors still remind me of your words
i still miss you somedays
your absence grows and festers
crashing in the wind
i wish you'd leave me faster
despite the emptiness
you try to fix the broken
but your skeletons have long been moved
i wish you would've listened
there's nothing you can do
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