Empty Man Poem by Saint Cynosure

I'm scrubbing clean the floor,
mopping up untruths.
Removing all the emptiness,
that I just took from you.
Cleaning anything unpure,
wiping any lent.
Knowing more our less for sure,
I've broken all that's bent.
One or less untearful eye,
searching peace for sleep.
Not to care once has I did,
For what I cannot keep.
You meant once so much more to me,
all that space could share.
But true how time does change a man,
his needs,
his wants,
His cares...