There is a hole in the time space continuum
The space you took in my life
The hours of each day that we spent in each other’s lives
Once severed, what do you do with the gaping hole?
The absence is immense and pulsating
A wound
Avoidance is critical
Denial, even
But it’s front and center and the space you took is now missing you
We shovel dirt into the grave, keeping us busy
hoping that it’ll make us forget that something died here
Something we once loved
Enough to bury
Written 2–10–20, Finished 6–30–20
