emptiness
(embodied)
consumes
me
what i once met with fists
poised and ready to fight off
get away from me
i don't need you
i will welcome
you always used to whisper,
go ahead and cry
it'll do you some good
you just need to cry sometimes
and you'd hold me while i did so
but i couldn't hold you
as you slipped away from me
so you died alone
(i'm sorry)