I always suspected
Just how much room
You owned in my heart
The heart is a marvelous creation
It is capable of being completely owned
And yet, being completely mine
These are not the first words
Not will they be the final words
Concerning the mysteries of the heart
My natural heart has chambers
For the various operations of life
My metaphorical heart is much the same
There are chambers
Where the various duties
Of living and loving reside
There is the chamber of the spirit
There is a chamber of family
There is a chamber of friends
There are lesser chambers
Of work, of fishing, of a favorite place
Of experiences, and of bologna sandwiches
There are some things
With a place in every chamber
One such thing is God
He is in every chamber
He affects all things
(Properly done)
Then, there is the hole
It is the great hole you left
I find it in nearly all my chambers
It is the room you owned in my heart
Most likely, I always knew
Just how much of my heart
Which was occupied by you
Whether I spoke it aloud or not
I saw you often in my spirit
No doubt, you were in my family
You are my best friend
You were part of my work
You are my favorite place
You are part of my every experience
As I said, it isn’t really a hole
It is someone in the whole of my heart
The hole isn’t really empty
It is full of the memory of you
Right now, my grief is hiding this
While it never disappears entirely
This will, in time, abate in it severity
The hole in my heart
Will be replaced
By the whole of my heart
© Ron Simpson Jr.
July 29, 2022
