my heart is a supposedly empty room <br />but you are the plaster <br />the paint <br />the insulation. <br />you are the wiring <br />the panelling <br />the studs. <br />you are the air that fills that so-called empty space <br />and you are the mural that adorns the white. <br />you are the music that drifts through <br />my room. <br />you are the compassion <br />that keeps that room intact. <br />you are the wish of what <br />could fill <br />my room.<br /><br />Morgan Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-suitful-analogy/
