Monday, January 30, 2012

The Phantom Limb

Sometimes, I'm sitting, and I feel
Really empty and hollow, 
Like I'm missing something really important. 
Like there was a song I heard once
Or a poem I read
Or something I wrote that I lost. 
Like it'll never be enough because there will always be something 
That I missed
Or forgot about
And sometimes I think
It's just
You.