Timothy James

I’ve waited and waited for you to come back to it

I’ve waited so long I’ve tried keeping it warm with Someone else

That doesn’t seem to work because it’s a space only made for you

A room we’ve built together. So special that anyone else stepping into that space doesn’t feel right

So I leave it empty, it’s cold in there now without your warmth

I’m growing more use the it’s abandonment

however, I always seem to walk past it and hear the echos bounce around coming back to me reminding me of what was so nice

Time I wonder if you still love me?

Am I as empty as this space in my heart?

I just want to fill the empty spaces and I know that’s going to require taking a sludge hammer to my memory to you

Me: