Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Where you should have been

Now that our paths no longer collide
Now that our universes no longer overlap
Our influence on each other has ceased.

This is comfortable, isn’t it? You go your way, I go mine
We’re not answerable, we’re not bound
We’re free.

And yet, when I try to sleep on this bed that we once shared
And live in this space which was once ours
All I see is a gaping emptiness, at the place where you should have been.