there's this emptiness
that you filled me with-
the deserted corridors
of your soul
and the smell of disinfectant-
nothing warm
nothing more than the minimum.
lack of funding
i would assume would be your excuse
but i know life better than that-
and you're gray.
desolate-
you've abandoned yourself
and instead, push yourself into others
in an attempt of love.
of passion
that you'll always drop
once it actually heats up.

-a.