Bee.Lover

The words

They lack meaning 

Yet they continue to repeat 

Like tapping on a drum

Melodic and timed

Yet so imperfect

Empty sounds of years replaying 

I can't describe this feeling 

It's one I've never known

But I know that it feels bad

And I can feel it in my bones

It's a distinct emptiness 

But not a hole or void

A faint fog falls

Over my tired eyes

It's the same that covered them before

Yet still a part of me dies

Our gaze connects,

For only just a moment 

My heart skips a beat

I catch glimpses of him in mirrors

That strange boy

He's so shy, but he's so loving 

Yet most treat him like a toy

He wanders the empty streets alone

No one can see him

He is there

You called this my "sulk walk"

You said just to talk to you when I'm upset

But I don't have you anymore 

I don't have anyone here

I blocked her out so she won't get burned by my fire

I don't know anymore 

And neither do you

But at least you moved on 

But did you really?

Am I mistaken in this?

Am I reading too far in to your poems?