Monday, August 16, 2010

Empty Spaces

I remember the day
You turned to me for comfort,
When time with me
Had been something you needed
And then looked forward to.

I don’t remember the day
The tables turned...
When you stopped needing me
And I started leaning,
Waiting, wishing, hoping.

Now you’re gone
And your place, taken over
By wistful longing
And a yearning for something
I had never needed in the first place.

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