Hole

Hole

Things go on.
The World still spins.
People live their lives.
I feel left behind.
Something is missing.
Something isn’t right.
My World is askew.
I look for answers.
None seem to be the right one.
All that is left is you.
You were the answer.
You were the piece.
You are gone.
So is a piece of me.
I try and try to fill the hole.
I can’t seem to do it.
The hole grows deeper.
Everyday I think of you.
I wonder why it happened.
I wonder about you.
There is a hole.
It is you.