Untitled Junk Rhyme

There's a hole in the center of my heart, the place where I kept her.

My soul is escaping through it, following her as she walks away.

She smiled through the tears as she said good-bye to me, good-bye to us.

It was a dream from the beginning, a vapor I wished to inhale and absorb.

There is a happier man somewhere, out there, tonight.

He is like me in appearance, normal and unimpressive.

He is like me in gestures, awkward and nervous.

He is better than me in her heart, better than me with her love.

I have no tears, no blood, no mind. I am dead now.

I died when she said

good-bye.






http://www.theversemarauder.com July 2006