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I never knew emptiness like this

I thought I'd pick up gardening 

but everything is dying 

You are sketched on the back of my eyelids

Your hair is blown back like highway grass

Lying flat on your back in your Sundays' best, 

a rose in each hand and the scent of

baby's breath

I never knew love like this 

I thought I'd pick up smoking

take more train rides

go see those mountains

you always went on about...

I never knew pain like this 

My last pennies are in your eyes

I thought I'd pick up your luggage

Send Sharon my regards

You really should be going now 

I never was good with goodbyes 

Does it have to be goodbye?

Do you think Sharon would mind?

I haven't any spare change.