void

worse than the broken heart
and the disappointment
is the emptiness.

the hole left in my heart,
deepened by frustrated repetition,
missed opportunities,
and acute aching; knowing
that it wasn't supposed to happen this way.

my heart despises this
as nature abhors a vacuum.

it begs,
pleads,
stands there staring.

i have nothing for it.

no matter how beautifully i manage it,
this emptiness is not the void of zen-ed out peace
nor the black primordial ooze of creation.

it is lovespace
that cannot fill itself.

it can only wait...