Nothing's been the same
since the day you died
all the vines are withered
and the berries, dried
A zombie walks
through my front door
opens my fridge
walks on my floors
A remnant, a shell
reflects in the glass
It blinks through the eyes
that have seen my past
No glimmer, no glint
no sparkle or shine
There's nothing there
since I left you behind.
Dec. 25th, 2011
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