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.
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