Love is naught.Such soulful words by Nicholas Gagnier.
Love is not the dead air in your loft but the rocks you fill it with
to hold you down.
Peace of mind has become weighed down by asinine things, waiting for the phone to ring, from people you called your crowd. And I can’t help wondering to myself aloud if I’ve forgotten what love is.
Instead, I’m in debt to what love is not, the smell of apricot loneliness in empty outlines.
I spent so many years trying to define it, all I see now are hollow definitions, where you used to stand in
the kitchen and call me dear.
I tried to predict too much; with nothing left to cover the bases,
I was left a million faces, and not a single one of them still wants you here.
Nicholas Gagnier is the author of LEONARD THE LIAR, FOUNDING FATHERS, MERCY ROAD, DEAD’S HAVEN and OLIVIA AND HALE.
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