The Spaces Of Me

There are times
I think about
singing to you,
calling you up
from miles away
and singing to you
all the songs
that used to be ours,
but aren’t anymore.
I wonder if
you gave them away
like I had to,
to make sure
there weren’t empty spaces
where you’d once been.
Did you fill up
the spaces of me
so you could push me away,
or did you only realize
you had to do it
after the fact?

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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