it used to be that
i could reach for someone's hand and
i would bump into elbows and sides
my chest could be filled up with laughter
the table could be filled up with people
now there is room for my elbows
and room for my legs
and room for my hands to cradle my head
room for the ghost of someone i loved
room for the person i hate and i cry for
room for the girl who's been gone for too long
too much room and not enough close
too much room and too many memories
of when this table was full of people i could trust
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