June 13, 2017

On Empty

By the time I caught up to you,

the gas was beginning to trickle out of your tank.


You lived on fumes,

thinking maybe they could take us where you thought we could go.


But by then, I had filled up my tank,


ready to go wherever you led.


Ready to give like I've never given before,

ready to fall,

thinking we would go together,

not just me,



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