hollow

May 9, 2017
By , Soquel, CA

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 smiling 
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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