as I gorged – feasting on last night’s pumpkin pie, sweet yam, and cranberry sauced ham,

my fingers wet with insatiable appetite,





as I thought of you and

the blue of sapphire,

the blue of that moon one mid-autumn night,

the blue of the three gold crested buttons on your left sleeve.

The blue of your eyes

They all seem so –


Hollow to me now.



20 thoughts on “Hollow

  1. Draug419 says:

    Very lovely. You made the quest for comfort foods seem very poetic. I love how the detail she recalls is a sleeved arm and not a face. A nice little detail (:

  2. E says:

    such a good song 🙂 i hear it on the radio here sometimes but haven’t in a while. guess that’s what youtube is for 🙂 thanks for reading!

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