Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Empty Spaces



"Empty Spaces"
I still see you in every moment,
     in the doorway,
     in that empty corner,
     in empty spaces
          overlaid as memory,
all that remains are
     walls full of empty spots,
          just echos of a past no longer,
there was a lifetime worth of things
     not said
     between us,
our purpose that once meant so much
     no longer means much
     of anything now
          except as a ghostly relic of antiquity,
     just thoughts
     separated by time,
               a cesspool of lonesome questions,
I see you there
     still
     in front of the mirror
          fixing your hair,
and on the couch
     leaning into me,
I hear you in my thoughts
     as whispers
          slithering
     in from the edges of silence
     on the delicate tips of memory,
          bringing with it
               the icy chill of remembrance,
     so as only I remain
I feel solely the essence
     of your memory.
-Armando Torres

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