Today, October 21st, 2010, I feel something.
As the matter of fact, I feel everything.

I feel every little piece of e m p t i n e s s
you left for me.
I feel every murmur of

l i f e l e s s n e s s
that pulses through my body.
This is all you left for me.
This is all you gave me to work with,
to pick myself up with.
Nothing but a tiny flame of false hope.
I gave you

e v e r y t h i n g
Yet, you couldn't return the favor?
Is this what you wanted?
To take everything you could get and
just steal it?

Like it was yours to begin with?

Well, it's not yours.

That stuff you took with you?
That was mine.

 And I'm sure you know it.

Because somewhere in that pile of mess you left with

is me.