06 December, 2011

Backseat.

You're the emptiness of the seat beside me.
An itch where my fingers grasp empty air.
The flash of a streetlight into shadow.
A yearning for something that just isn't there.

2 comments:

Julz Perri said...

I love this Bonnie. It's such a GOOD piece of writing :) I'm amazed at your skill :p please don't stop xx

Anonymous said...

<3

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