The Empty Heart

You are music compared to this empty room.

You are all the most beautiful songs ever written in one body full of literature I cannot even contain in my mind.

Even when I am old I will still be thinking about our younger years together.

How inventive you were with your lips stuck in my mind’s eye…..

And when I think about you I will always think back to your smile in the hope that you will be thinking of mine.

And as the clock turns its old hands round and the bells are still ringing at two o’clock a.m.,

I will still be thinking of you and your coffee-brown skin.

For I am an empty heart and you are the space it truly needs.