Sunday, June 21, 2015

Hole in the world

There is a hole in the world where you once were,
a gap of such dimensions it cannot ever be missed,
and yawns in cavernous gaping, like some shocking
smile, smashed open, holding to eternal edges, where
my heart hovers by the threatening boundaries of
the abyss, and my mind huddles to one side, every
now and again, peeping into that darkness, as if in
an unexpected moment, I could see you there again;
as if I could find your shape deep inside that chasm,
and then, pull it back into place, haul it from the lair,
where it had been hiding, lost to sight, disappeared
into that bunker of time, that grotto of grief which had
claimed it, and broken the world I had known asunder,
wrought that fathomless depth with its wounded mouth,
destined to remain open, silent, mocking, keening in
a voice which echoed through memory, and which spoke
always of what once was and might never be again,
now that you were lost on the other side of that hole
in the world I once knew, where only your desire could
see you clamber back through, and close it up again.


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