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I hung it on the wall
By the window crack
Three nails, crooked line
Still, I kept coming back
Dust on the corner
Thumbprint on the glass
Something should be there
But it slipped right past
I keep looking in
For a face, a scene
For the thing we were
In that vacant sheen
Empty frame, empty frame
Still calling my name
Empty frame, empty frame
What a beautiful shame
I keep the space
Like it knows my face
Empty frame, empty frame
Don't look away
You left the edge uncut
No note, no trace
Just a pale square
On the nail’s empty place
I tried to fill it up
With a summer print
But the room went quiet
The second I pinned it
I keep looking in
For a face, a scene
For the thing we were
In that vacant sheen
Empty frame, empty frame
Still calling my name
Empty frame, empty frame
What a beautiful shame
I keep the space
Like it knows my face
Empty frame, empty frame
Don't look away
Maybe that’s the point
Of this clean-cut scar
Some holes stay holy
Even after dark
I don’t need a picture
To know what broke
Just this open border
And the air it holds
Empty frame, empty frame
Still calling my name
Empty frame, empty frame
What a beautiful shame
I keep the space
Like it knows my face
Empty frame, empty frame
Don't look away
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