you've felt this before: loneliness so thick in your throat it's like the heaviest of deaths in your bones.
you know how it goes: the hours of sunlight receding into shadow; how life goes limp in your hands and you wait for a miracle, a phone call that never comes.
you understand what all of it means: your heart is a home for emptiness-
you've considered all the angles, narrowed the possibilities down; all your love will ever amount to is leaving.
Amberlee Carter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perhaps-the-greatest-self-truth/
