What's Left

October 25, 2009
You're not here
But I am
Stuck in the hole that's winding down
can I get out?
When you left
you took my ladder too
along with my only hope and you
I knew you'd come through
like you always did
meaning not at all
like a knife in my ribs
I can see
in my dreams
your laughter that echos still
like the dying sun behind a shadowed hill
And I know you don't care anymore
Spit me out
or what's left of me
that's all I think when I can't breathe
Because I'm sinking.
I wonder
if you were here
what you'd say
if you saw my tears
black fear
But you're not here
and I am.

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