Hole

Hole

A Poem by Kaela Craven



It was such a pretty evening
I kind of thought it represented you
I didn't know the birds were flying
out of view

A hundred decades later
Your eyes are somewhere else
But that February sunset
Has created all my life

In the corner there's a Christmas tree
From twenty years ago
I didn't think it mattered 
But it still hangs around

It isn't you
So don't be flattered
It's me and my broken soul
The piles like hoarders 
I remember
That fell into the hole

© 2020 Kaela Craven


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Added on December 23, 2020
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Kaela Craven
Kaela Craven

Tucson, AZ



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