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Piecesi.
A roaring, empty hollowness resides now where you used to be
Stilted and drained I walk for miles by boarded-up buildings and empty lots
There are pieces of myself missing, I'm an incomplete puzzle
You were the glue that kept me from falling apart
Now I'm truly gone down the road, and god help me
ii
Down Apocalypso street there's a green house
I used to live there, when I was young
No one does now, it's empty, and the bones are all buried
in the backyard
The last time I saw it was over my shoulder in the twilight
The porch light was on, as though waiting for my return
I wonder how long it burned, days or years, it doesn't matter
I was gone down the road forever
With chunks of myself missing
I am gone down the road
iii.
I stood overlooking a river, watching ripples in the sunlight
It was a long time ago
Today the water is as grey as the sky, and smooth as glass
Nothing moves
No sparkle, no shine, no life, the air is heavy with hopelessness
I dive in