Empty
empty
the place where you slept
the house after you left
the shop where you worked
the store that was yours
empty
you said you'd never leave
but I turned around, you were gone
now I visit empty
just to see your name in stone
the picture behind the glass
you smiling from a laugh
but I open my eyes to this room
and my heart broken in two
both pieces
empty
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