Missing Piece

Missing Piece

The sound of missing you echoes inside,

turning down the volume or so I tried.

Those nights i’ve hovered above emotion,

with thoughts running down my numbed out mind,

of the days we spent with devotion.

Starring into the unknown,

through the window of your car.

knowing this won’t go far.

Wide open eyes,

with a blanked out heart.

As my tear drop dries,

we tend to be apart.

Remeniscence of emotion when our eyes first touched.

Unlocked my embrace to find myself untouched.

With a pinch of hatred spread.

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