Wednesday, December 21, 2022

no help for that (Charles Bukowski)

there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled

a space

and even during the 
best moments
and
the greatest
times

we will know it

we will know it
more than 
ever

there will be a place in the heart that

will never be filled
and

we will wait
and
wait

in that space.


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