You
When you're not here my mirror is empty
There is light shining back
but nothing else that matters
Hope
lies in the background next to the couch
between it and the floor lamp
where you dropped my little bag of dreams
Forgot
the bag and took the dreams with you
I put some books on top of the bag
so I wouldn't have to see it all the time
Knowing
it's there but it really doesn't matter
smash it flat with enough books
you can ignore its existence
Time
passes, slowly but still
like a moon on calm water
shining brightly but not really there
Copyright 2010 Carl Thames
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