Your locker is empty,
much like how I imagine
I and the concept of you and me
will be.
You're going places;
unmistakably graceful
in your already absence.
Meanwhile
I'm trying to find a meaning,
a point
in my stasis.
I'm stuck
looking for a purpose without a you.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
Your locker is empty,
much like how I imagine
I and the concept of you and me
will be.
You're going places;
unmistakably graceful
in your already absence.
Meanwhile
I'm trying to find a meaning,
a point
in my stasis.
I'm stuck
looking for a purpose without a you.
Roaming around school when everyone's gone home.
