I Love Poetry for Readers & Poets

Running On Empty

by Frank Barillaro

I see it,
And it is out there.
I look at it,
And it becomes my eye.
I listen to it,
And the sound is distant.
I hear it,
And it is inside my head.
I eat it,
And it tastes of many memories.
I consume it,
And it swallows me
whole.

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