Wednesday, July 14, 2004

These Holes

I want to embrace you again.
But the holes in my soul caused by you
Cannot be repaired,
And from time to time,
I feel the wind blow over them.
They make sounds like windpipes
Humming solemn melodies.

If I put my arms around you again,
Parts of you will fill those holes.
It'll hurt.
And when you step away,
I will be foolish to declare
"The holes are not there anymore."

I know how profound it is,
To say goodbye to you
When your steps are but a block away
And when you continue to weave
Beautiful, glorious things into the world
And when the mystery of the universe
Is revealed by every heart beat
From inside your chest

I'm sorry. I care, but these holes ...

Posted by ruth at July 14, 2004 02:05 PM