the sounds come to a stop
stop.
the silence pounds.
the stir of your retreating
footsteps
consume my brain
in their awful
red cloud.
this is not enough
clouds drop tears
and the forecast is rain.
the forecast
is lonely.
alone.
absence makes the heart grow fonder
absence makes
for sad hannah.
absence makes for
to tell
the way i lost
my mind.
have i lost my mind?
i can no longer see myself
in a world without you.
see? without you i write trash.
my thoughts scatter on the wind
and down the drain
my thoughts abandon me.
i find no thinking going on in my head.
only hysterics.
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