It's quieter without you

[rowens]

Walls  
to the beat of my heart:
milk, honey.
Solid 
now-- that
I have control.

Humid--
drops of sweat collect my forehead.
How,
how
long without you?

See, i cant tell you how to write.
Only to experiment



I can't remember the last time I had you smother me.

I miss the old days;
they were wrong, 
that doesn't bother me though,
and it didn't then.

The quiet lingers in my mind
and takes up the space of my house--
a hard concrete sustaining the solid walls
of this emptiness inside.

I long for a toke
or a kiss.
Ghosts of you are all that remain:
I have to dispell them.

Goodbye my love.

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What is that in your profile picture, Kerbonzo? Do I know already?