what can I write today
which would properly demonstrate the nature
of my heart
and the values of my soul, for you,
now gone to the world while I stay waiting,
knowing no love could take the place
you have left gaping in my chest, the place
filled temporarily by the frequent heartbeats
for another
whom shall never know my love,
as you do,
who takes your space to unwittingly await his eviction
and I weep