Friday, July 29, 2022

The Hole In My Heart


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 



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