The Size of a Person

There is a hole
the size of a person
carved inside my heart.
The absence
holds enough space
to fill ten rooms
full of emptiness.
This cavern sits
like an abandoned house,
vacant and
sad and
hopeless.
All the life
has seeped away
when the rain began
to weather
a hole the size
of a person.
Floods of words
widened the gap,
making it deeper
than before.
Hurricanes have
washed memories
through
and they stick
to the walls
of this hole
the size of a person.
The emptiness
is vast,
desolate,
barren
because the tornadoes
of words have ceased,
the winds have stopped
their gales.
All that remains
is the space
the size of a person.

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