is empty.
it's a canyon
of sorts,
minus
cacti and tumbleweeds,
coyote
and vultures
circling. but
it's a large expanse
of nothing but
darkness
in the corners.
vague light
from the windows.
the absence
of you makes it
more
quiet and needy.
without you,
there's only the echo
of my own
voice.
i'll fill it soon.
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