Crater

"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