Filling Out This Hole
Somehow this hole feels halved,But I couldn't have dug half a hole.
I was perfect and content
Until I ran into a wall:
My hole was halved.
I peek my eyes over the rim of my hole.
My toes are barely touching the bottom.
As I scan the surface,
I notice many souls,
All digging holes.
Some souls have partners.
I would bet their holes are whole,
Not halved like mine.
Others,
They just sit on the ground.
They sit on a pile of dirt
Where a hole was filled...
All this time I've been searching for
Someone to complete my hole,
When all I needed was a soul
To fill it...
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