lack.

lack.

empty buildings
are just that (I suspect)

empty shells
are waiting homes
for hermits (I might collect)

empty dreams
are waiting to be filled
with hope (or waking light)

empty space
are the trails
where stars once blazed (where I might go)

empty arms
are the worst of all-
waiting for embrace-
that may never come. (so come, my love)

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