All this empty space
Surrounded by all our mistakes.
I used to be covered in dirt
but only to be rebirthed.
Your lines were soft black charcoal,
but every conversation we have now is dull.
You were a soft shade of blue,
but now you’re nothing new.
I do not miss you.
I have nailed that door shut,
finally out of that pathetic rut.
I missed you in the abstract,
but now that canvas has cracked.
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