Void

I’m sitting here

With coffee

In my favorite cup,

With all the books

That have ever touched

My​ soul, 

With songs

That play in my mind 

Over and over; 

With everything I’d ever want.

And yet, 

This emptiness

Is all I get to embrace, to hold.

Now I feel 

When you had in your remorse told me

That you wanted to return my favours, 

I should’ve simply told you, instead 

To give me back, myself.

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