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.
A claustrophobic Closet for two: me and Myself.
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-
2 punches:
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.
:)
And you're the missing ingredient...
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