Never Empty

And always wanting more, he said, she was young, boyfriend troubles, she was a learner, getting used to being on the rack, being part of the human race, what is love she wondered, her heart empty, feeling despair, the void inside her, a volcano waiting to explode, how do you cope. He orders her a second coffee, the story teller in him finds everyone interesting, he wasn’t altruistic, there was too much pomp in that, and there were those who never shut up, who got more of a thrill, telling others of their great works, how many ears do you have, a headache more likely. How do you know it’s love she says, stirring her coffee, two sugars, he could only cringe, diabetes having got the better of him, sugar was a rare treat, as was the condition of his heart, those were the days.

“it’s like this, you are empty but you are always full, and it leaves you wanting more”

She smiles, “he was a jerk anyway, when he left to go any place, he left me feeling fear”

She bounces off the chair, leaves him with the bill, see you she says. carelessly she rambles down the street, a rhythm in her step, I got it she smiles.

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