A little rain inside me, a little pain inside me. A little dose of mellowness to compromise the life, in a precise amount.

-Self-Quote-

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

The Missing Ingredient



It was between the morning coffee and afternoon tea. 
It was between many sleepless nights and lonely mornings.
It was between tasteless lunch and two empty wine-bottles. 
It was between countless TV Shows and a few boxes of Kleenex. 

There's no longer you. 

2 punches:

JC said...

two sets of dinner on our kitchen table,
there's no longer you.
an empty space on your side of the bed,
there's no longer you.

Reis's said...

:)

And you're the missing ingredient...