p o r e = poor old reclusive empathic
somewhere, theres an empty chair. an empty picture frame. an unused hanger. i am missing from somewhere. i am missing from someones life. and while i sleep. shadows cross darkened hallway floors. curtains rustle in a sleeping house. cushions shift on an empty couch. and in my sleep i shift, drifting, dislocated. searching. where do i belong. where am i really.