Emptiness
The distance between us grow wider with each passing day. I keep exchanging my empty days with the nights, but these nights yield nothing but darkness stretching into emptiness. I don't see a single star in the vast sky above.
Sans you,
What is this life —
Truly it is a grave,
Even in its darkness I call
Your name.
#muse #cinquain
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