Vacancy
written by: John Patrick Robbins
I keep calling without a single reply.
Sometimes, I go by your place, it’s cold and vacant.
And just seems to be a space now without you breathing life into new stories.
As I am too fucking tired to try anymore.
So instead, I do what you did.
Isolate myself as now I understand you were preparing for something we all will inevitably face, unfortunately.
Winter suits the sadness just as nights suit the broken and hopeless lovers alike.
I dial your number, as so many times, I ignored your calls, knowing you were on yet another binge.
As guilt mixes with reality, my friend, we have changed places.
As I am now, that setting sun’s promise others would prefer to ignore rather than acknowledge.
Time is a bastard that has absolutely no remorse.
It moves in spite of us, it moves because it has to, much like ourselves when it comes to the inevitable heartbreaks, we must avoid to simply continue to exist.
We share many things, my friend.
As time has sadly played the same hand to me.
There will be nobody calling or reaching out.
As there will be no one knocking at my door to shed a tear.
As they wait for what they internally know can never be again
Nobody was home long before the lights went out.
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