Pieces of you / the nowhere poems

 

Empty out

 my pockets,

love's over

 time to

 go home.

 

retreat to the

 silence of the

empty night

that is no longer

 filled with you.

 

pull out a

sling shot

from by back

pocket and shoot

out the light

of the moon,

 

that every night

I would  see

reflected 

in your eyes.

 

don't know

how I will ever

 get over that.

 

gypsy dancer,

highway stagecoach

robber.

 

right before

my eyes

 my life pages

burning,

 

 and I can't stop

them revealing

in their fire's light,

the plain simple

truth, over

 and over

 again. 

 

you don't

love me

anymore.

 

and the

lonely consequence

 of that is

I am going

 to miss you,

with this

hole in 

my heart

 

for the rest

of my life.

.

 

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