becoming_empty DammitJanet everything is leaving, piled high in boxes, as organized in them as they once were on shelves. becoming sad. empty. in that space we shared our lives, our secrets, our bitterness, our passions, and our tears. it was your sanctuary, and you let me in. for the first time in years, i'll walk into that room and know it's not yours. it will be used, nonetheless, but it will no longer bring the comfort it once did. the warmth, the overbearing heat, will be gone. that tiny room filled with love, reassurance, happiness, friendship, comfortable silence, acceptance and understanding. i'll miss you Sam 031020 ... chiidi i am hollow and dry i rattle in the desert wind 031021 what's it to you? who go blather from