hollow

That hollow brand of ache

that feels like an empty hug

waiting for you…

at the airport

with open arms.

The arrivals screen

never has your flight

but always flights from where you are to me.

And i miss you…

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Hope Whispers ‘Someday’

I waited… patiently with butterflies

I believed all the lies


It always plays out the same way

and it’s never close enough

It’s sometimes too far

Or too close

And you left

And we lost

And hope became a shunned memory

Coz you didn’t reach out and hold it.

We’re left clutching at Someday…

But the waiting never ceases on the empty tracks of life

Hope whispers …’Someday’