Inside, I feel empty.
They say it takes time,
But I miss when you were mine.
Like the hollow tree,
I am broken inside,
I don’t think I’m coming back,
But there is nowhere to hide.
Like the hollow tree,
I feel dark and lonely
No growth in me,
Just emptiness and alone.
In the hollow tree,
Time marches on,
Just like with me,
Even though you’re gone.
By Tracy Hinton