Monday, July 15, 2013

68. A Home for Lost Things

my regret [in this case] is
the regret of having
pretended there was no such thing as you
and there was
[such a thing as]
emptiness -me-

empty empty person,
me the thing without hope
until I came across
a
thing called you and you were
what filled me
you were what I imagined was
a tiny patch of light

but lights flicker on and off and
they are lights in houses
and your house is empty now and
I’m too/so ashamed
[toadmit] that

I have no fixed address

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