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By Liz Date: 2003 May 11 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.11.16.56.25267]] |
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The hours stretch infinitely before me seconds and minutes in which I feel and see, hear and smell and touch the essence of your absence. I stretch myself on the bed and play music that washes over me in waves of quiet pain but too soon it hurts more than it soothes and I pace the floor, I look at the phone look away, look back..I try to call and there is no answer and I resolve not to call again later but I will. I don't know how to fill this time abyss this awful stretch of nothingness. One can take only so many baths eat so much food, shop so much sooner or later one has to return home to the empty rooms and the empty hours. |