The Hole

Perched on the edge of that hole

The wet soil of cold November

Frost on the ground

The plywood planks never saved me

The distance falling

Never covered the hole

The heart

Still beating young and naïve

The sprout in winter

Wake to the winter ice

That hole

Buried deep inside me

And keeps me

Awake at night

The gaping wound

The earth and all its hollow glory

Never saying once

It was sorry

Only the edge of the soil

Is discernable the ground will never settle

Never heal

You lay in silence in the empty shadows

Your not there

I know that now

And you never were

Around us

All around us

And the evil silent hole

Would never keep you

Only me

In its violent graces

Keeps me crafting words out of a shadow

Keeps me searching for something precious

I lost in the hallows…..