Vacancy
There is an empty space
in my heart
where your voice
once filled
and it seems like 1000 years
since you have spoken
to me.
You have pushed me
to a place
where even you
cannot reach.
Your fingers
frantically seek me out
As your voice
grows hoarse
Yet I do not show myself
Uncertain
of your remorse.
I am a stranger to myself
No boundaries
No memories
No lies
No ties.
Bleed me of this fever.
As I continue to shiver
Sitting outside
In the lonely cold.
Watching my life unfold.
Filling the vacant spaces
With empty faces.
Copyright © Sarah Ramharrack | Year Posted 2013
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