my apartment lies empty
i am in it. it's still empty
but the blinking number
on the machine will speak
your words softly
when i play
my apartment lies empty
i am in it. it's still empty
but your voice brings warmth
and memory and something
like life and all
it's what ifs
it is so strange to see that
your name's marked in liquid light
letters lying in my palm
forward through time
a message to mark
your passage
my apartment lies empty
i am in it. it's still empty
but you're nearly tangible
bearing a name that i
once long ago
wished was mine
Miranda, 04/23/07
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