the feeling of needing
someone or something else
is looking in the mirror
and seeing a hole gaping, clean
where the bullet went through.
there’s nothing there
not even a bullet to leave you a hint
as to what you’re missing.
going through the motions is shoveling snow, raking leaves
slow, steady, void of anything but rhythm.
searching for it, them, him, her
is hopeless at this point, don’t you think
what do you do when you don’t know
what it is that you’re missing
-Rory Finnegan
someone or something else
is looking in the mirror
and seeing a hole gaping, clean
where the bullet went through.
there’s nothing there
not even a bullet to leave you a hint
as to what you’re missing.
going through the motions is shoveling snow, raking leaves
slow, steady, void of anything but rhythm.
searching for it, them, him, her
is hopeless at this point, don’t you think
what do you do when you don’t know
what it is that you’re missing
-Rory Finnegan