How could I ever forget-
That gap that you needed to fill,
or whatever your excuse was last time...

Maybe I wasn't just what you needed
Or what you wanted
At the time
You needed a stronger cement to fill the cracks in your heart
The ever-widening fissures around the heart-shaped chasm
The storage space for all your secret sadness

So I ask you now...
Now that you're gone...

Do you really feel better?

Now is the hole whole?
Or now is it just a whole hole?