Faraways

Sure was I you were s’posed to fill
This gap
This indentation
A little hollow that’s sprung
Into my bluest of oceans.
Your subconscious
Tells you what you already know
You warned someone not too long ago.
How foolish was I
Not to re-alize
The undertones, that crafty device
It was me you addressed while
Looking at somebody else’s eyes.
Should I run amok,
Do a somersault
Rip my hair off
And wail like a banshee
Just to jam this vacuum
Where your heart’s s’posed to be?
‘Tis now carved out
All hollowed
Emptiness as vast as the Sea of Sorrows.
And too numbed to notice
I had mislaid
This piece of you
I can never replace.

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Pictured: Victoria Harbour, Hong Kong