Empty Hands

March 22, 2011
I’m just standing here

with empty cupped hands

my eyes squeezed tight shut

feet flat against the ground

I’m whispering brokenly

over and over again

the sweet things you once said to me,

reliving the memories

cradling the past

close to me now

But of all the beautiful things

that gleamed like diamonds in my mind

not a solitary dream remains

Now it’s just me and my empty hands,

just me and my memories

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Sept. 2, 2011 at 4:24 pm

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