you remind me of 'vacant'

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, December 15, 2011 0 comments

you remind me of
'vacant' when i pour
over
those lines

breathlessly through
my cautious ways, i search again,
running my fingers through my hair
then... grasping tight,
eyes laden with
guilt,
it hits me...

you are and
have always been
the very reason
i composed such
a gem.

Posted by Robert Anderson at Thursday, December 15, 2011

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