They come
into your life
by chance?
by luck?
by design?
I can't tell.
They cuddle, and frolic,
and work their way deep
deep
into your life.
So when they go
they leave a hole
that never fills.
You just learn
to walk around it.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Holes I Have Known
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