"There's a small hole in my heart
Around which sadness sits these days."
"I hope the hole in your heart would heal soon."
Crackles and static
"Aha's," and silences
Sobs muffled
Worried eyes hidden
Shaking hands concealed
Aching arms
Without a chance for an embrace
Botched goodbyes
A crater sits
Where there once was a hole.
November 2009
San Francisco, California