The Hole

there’s a hole

in her soul

where her best friend held her heart

 

there’s a hole

in his soul

where his wife was a work of art

 

there’s a hole

in my soul

where i thought you wouldn’t depart

 

there’s a hole

in our souls

where oblivion makes it dark

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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