Vacancy

My words are empty,
vacant rooms
with dusty windows.
My head overflows
with thoughts
that can’t be written or spoken.
Abandoned buildings
littered with broken glass
and empty promises
of happy looks
and sunshine moments:
this is my heart,
an empty cup,
cracked and
thrown into the landfill
the same way
you tossed away
my love.
I am blank
like the walls
in seedy motels.
You used to cover
my emptiness
with your words.
Your sideways glances
and deep voiced callings
filled my vacancies
and I could see
myself shining,
sunlight through
stained glass.
You have muted
the light
with tones of gray,
hues of heartbreak
and ambiguity.
I wish I could
stop waiting
for the colors to return.

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