The hole in this room is getting bigger
as your withering whittles away at you;
The hole in our hearts gets bigger
as you shed your final skins;
The hole fills with yet more space,
even the perfumes are blown away with the wind;
The hole may be all that’s left to hold on to
after the burying of bones;
There’s a hole in our memories
where none had ever been needed;
The hole keeps growing to fill the space
until it is born anew.
Watching the end of lives can be crushing.
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