to know you is to lose you
on the shelf at the shop there’s a box and it’s red
on the lid someone’s written ‘infinite void’
though the abyss is locked
there’s a key at its feet
and you’ll open and see
nothing more than a shell
like the mirror and me
empty promises and space that wasn’t held
all red inside and full of air
a lot of nothing everywhere
the lack of closure
a joke you missed
a laugh you thought you’d always know
the party’s over
and weren’t they right?
aren’t you a fool?
left wanting more than metaphor
and laughing at the moron
opening empty boxes
and looking for hope in the charity store.
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