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Running on Empty "JUSTIN! Turn that goddamned music down - you knew I had to bring work home with me tonight. The joys of being partner, I guess. Someone screws up, so you get to do it yourself". But I guess I won't have to worry about too much noise now - now that the loft is empty. "School uniform, tee's, chinos - Christ, Justin, if your Mother brings over any more clothes, we're gonna have to build another fucking closet". But I guess I won't have to worry about that now - now that the closet is empty. I look at the bed where we first made love. Justin's first time. When I tried to make it special and told him I wanted him to remember it, so that whoever he was with, I'd always be with him. The same bed where we healed each other after he was nearly lost forever. But what's the point on dwelling on that now - now that the bed is empty. Now looking at the reflection in the mirror - it still looks like me, but there's something missing, something incomplete. My heart. Empty. I'm running on empty. The End February 2004