Empty
Empty
Empty,
a crushed milk carton
tossed in the trash,
small amounts of liquid still lingering
in a far off corner at the bottom
souring by the minute
And as I look
down into the wasteland,
the photo I see,
in black and white,
bent and misshapen,
creased through the middle
as the one missing
from my life…
is of you
Then I realize
it is I who am…
empty
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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