Empty space: the distance between you and me. What replaces you in
my heart when you're gone. Filling the gaps between my fingers
where yours used to lock into place.
I can lean over the edge of a cliff and not be scared, but the
empty space terrifies me.
I remember the quiet of the library, and mascara running down the
front of his leather jacket.
I remember plastering a fake smile on and how nobody, not even my
best friend, could see through that mask.
I remember the space-that horrid, empty space- between us on the
lunchroom bench and how nobody dared to sit inbetween us.
why cant I forget?
it wasnt until i was almost home that i began to feel a funny
little pain near the location of my hopefully still beating heart.
it was as if my heart was literally ready to crack into a thousand
little pieces.