Gaping holes
Fill my soul
And make my heart a sponge.

It only absorbs
The painful water
And filters out the love.

My tears are fresh,
The blankets cold,
And now my warmth is gone.

I sit and listen
To silent weeping
That plays the night a song.

The opened heart
That threatens to flee
Is begging and pleading to close.

Still, it cannot;
The key was stolen
By the lover I chose.