I wish I could offer you more than this:

Mere emptiness when I touched your skin.

But how can I feel compassion,

Or anything but defeat,

When a cop with the same name 
Was killed just down the street

While trying to save a life
From the same addiction
That took yours -

I don't feel love anymore.

I don't feel anything.


◄ Without Him

High Enough ►


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