a barrel of empty.
By Candy Cain
i remember my first time here and.
we were at a loss for words.
opened by an invisible hand.
no tangible thought occurred.
a quiet tongue salivated to reach.
where the heart had already sunk beneath.
they didn’t mind digging under it.
i didn’t think we could come to this.
excavating the vault, she wonders
if they can see the vacancy.
but just because the chest is empty.
doesn’t mean the space is free.
i lost what you came for. i hope you never come again.