Empty

Empty

Bed like an ocean’s span,

Lost in her thoughts…

Wondering…

What is so wrong with her.

Unsure if she severed

Connection

Some where

Or the tide pulled them apart

These days running on empty

No safe harbour

To weigh anchor

Ghost Ship

Empty.

(c) 2012 Amanda Wilson

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