Running to a place where your heart just hurts.
For last two years there has been not much beyond empty.
Too many nights with a partner-less, empty space in my bed.
Too many evenings eating canned dinner over the sink.
Too many moments, even if they are funny, laughing alone.
'They' say over time it hurts less.
I think 'they' are wrong.
I think it just hurts different.