Sunday, 12 August 2012

The weight of your void*

I search for your warmth 
Between the arms of strangers 
I look for you everywhere I go 
I crave the rush of adrenaline I get 
When I picture your ghost 
Strolling down empty streets 
I chase it 
The closest I get to it 
The more your face fades away 
Until I find myself facing nothingness 
Then, I turn my back and walk away 
Thinking about the weight of your void

1 comment:

Far Beyond The Ridge said...

That's the bitch about ghosts.
You can never catch them
Or chase them away
A fine write