It’s been nearly six months
& time hasn’t healed us,-
the hole of hope gaps wide
the new moments of despair
become more difficult to endure.

It’s gotten raw & infected
the open gash of your exit
& even though we huddle in
a tiny tight cauterized circle
we’re still ripped open wide.

All life’s little catch phrases
so sweet & hung on our walls
the beautiful answers & Christmas
have become reminders of our before
before we knew.

& half a year
has become a lifetime
the hole of our heart gaps wide
we miss ourselves
we miss you & everything.

-written october 22, 2002

Copyright 2002 David McNeeley