Empty Space

Posted: June 1, 2015 in urban poems

What if there was no-one in your life
I mean


How would you fill those empty spaces
that crackle with tension?
Silence that really isn’t
because noise is always humming
from sources beyond you.
Until then you won’t realise that a clock
actually ticks somewhere in the house.
A metronome marking every vacant moment
as you sit watching the weather
shape shift beyond your sash window


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