Empty Well

Feels like we’ve set each other adrift Thin hugs are no gift Your clothes hang in our closet Frames of smiling faces sunshine backdrop Me talking to another shouldn’t make you shudder Now it’s too late to recreate Something that was once so great It’s like trying to fix my grandmother's broken blue plate It was priceless and now no amount of glue could hold us together Choking on cold leftovers of affection Isn’t something I had reckoned If it’s over, please tell. So I can know if your love has reached the bottom of its well.