The bags of my eyes.
That's where i feel the loneliness
Not in the cathedral chasms of my heart,
Or my deserted mind,
But under my eyelids.
They fill up like overstuffed grocery bags
Full of hurt and sorrow,
And tears my pride won't let me cry,
And all in all I realize what's missing
You inhabit not only my heart,
But also the bags under my eyes.
You inhabit me.