you know what it is. the shapeless shadows of a dying youth,
the hollow longing to hear a voice you know you'll never hear again, to feel a touch you know you'll never feel again, to see a familiar smile except this time you know it's not because of you.
it's bottles and bottles of empty faces swaying past you one after another all trying to fill the gap he left, all trying to know you as he did but their arms feel different, tattered flags on skeletal rods - their voices sound different, the cries of vultures circling the air.
you made me lonely, but lonely for you. and no matter how many places i see or how many people i meet i will never ever stop loving you.