There is no place

For me to dwell,

I don’t know

Me quite well.

 

Heartbreaks and

Unlove tales

Are the only

Baggage that I carry;

Reflecting in the lines

That I tell.

 

I’m too empty

Of love,

So, I can’t really

Serve my heart

Or sell.

 

Living in the moments

Of blue,

I don’t think that

I’ll ever be able

To book a table

For two.