blue

[mazzie]

my hands on my lap
palms up
empty
except for the tears
rolling off my cheeks
each one
bearing our time
counting the space
between my heart
and yours

missing you
is like holding
an empty cask
cracked and dried from disuse
faintly scented
from a long-gone spirit
hollow
resonating with
the nothing it holds

Comments

[boliviafang.livejournal.com]

beautiful. and sad.


i know

that feeling

i know

[mazzie.livejournal.com]

you would.

big l.

[azbound.livejournal.com]

Love you.

[mazzie.livejournal.com]

y tu tambien, bonita.

[sskipstress.livejournal.com]

2nd stanza, 3rd line, first word?

[mazzie.livejournal.com]

check.
thank you.