hollow

May 9, 2017
By Anonymous

the empty mailbox
the space between stars
frozen, silent and gaping
so quiet and still
somehow speaking louder
than any sunset or doorbell ever could
a promise left behind on your welcome mat
by someone with bigger dreams
a kiss in november that feels like august
these memories under your fingernails
a secret tucked through the belt loops
of your favorite jeans
a warm cheshire moon smilingĀ 
on cooling hearts and fading tan lines
every time he leaves
a piece of you follows him
until your heartbeat echoes
through the hollows of your body



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