This morning there's an empty sky inside of me.

Aug 01, 2007

I only drank

about 8 pints last night,

the odd whiskey

& maybe a tequila

or 2

to round the night off,

to give it its due, &

Sean chopped out

a thin line for me,

just to get the juices

flowing, just to

help the night along.

But this morning

there's an empty sky

inside of me

& my heart falls flat

& hollow into

a sea of dread.

I remember, though,

mornings walking home

with you.

The birds would be

singing & the

first rays of

sunshine shimmered

silver through the

clouds.

& we would be

silent, after talking

half the night.

We'd brush the books

off the bed, plump the

pillows & fall into

shape together.

& when we woke

it felt like the first

new day of

summer

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