All your photographs are in my books.
All the things you said that used to make me laugh.
And the look in your eyes when you smiled.
They all mean nothing now.
And never will again.
You came into my life and left it a mess.
Tore up my heart just to leave it all in shreds.
Barely nothing's left.
There's an empty space
where you used to lay.
You body's imprint
that never goes away.
There is emptiness
and yet meaning in these words.
You said you love her more.
And that's for sure.
