Aching Feeling Poem by James McLain

I couldn't believe how empty I felt once it was gone.
Like she had removed that certain part of me
and with it.
I hid my hand down in the hedges where the bushes
and I gently moved beneath them both aside.
Like Indians,
when they circle the center from the outside.
I could feel it hoping not just open.
I instantly slipped useless memories deep inside,
trying to cure the aching feeling.
Of being once full like oceans filled with only emptiness.
In home room class,
Sandra looked over at me and moved, then giggled.