Hole In My Soul Poem by R. L. Allen

February
hanging awkwardly between
winter and spring

undecided, hesitant

and there's me
sitting in this
chair
writing this poem
to you

as if you could read it
as if it could be that simple.

Yesterday
I felt so sad,
so bereft,
and the edges of the
hole in my soul burned
as fiercely as if the
sky was on fire.

Sometimes I look at
a photograph or
think of you

and I wonder
how it is

that you died,

how it is

that I am still here,
how I am still breathing.

Then I remember the
strength
inside me,
and I remind myself
that this strength is

you.



7th February 2011.