If he is not with me
anymore why does it hurt
where there is a hole
in my heart
the light goes in...
the light goes out..
is it time to dream of sheep?
its a puzzle
with lots of missing pieces
like poppies waving in a field,
never all living or all dead
the life goes in...
the life goes out...
faster than you can blink an eye.
our talk it stretches to
unimportant things
of no consequence
or written sequence
the lines go in...
the lines go on...
but deeper and deeper and deeper
'til they're gone.
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