I relentlessly search to find closure in my solace
I befriend the pit in my stomach
I take it our for lunch
I asking its reason for being and taking comfort
finding its home in the shelter of my phantom body
I pull out its chair
I open its car door kindly
It never answers my pleads
so I will listen
for signs of reason.
I chance the remainders of hope I that remain
and I will challenge you despite the plague you’ve bestowed upon my aching tired mind.
Yet I sip my coffee
eyeing you with compassion
i’ll pay for your lunch
and add the tip gladly
I’ll try and talk to you again tomorrow
for you are not a lost cause
your growing pit inside me will flourish and shadow any doubt I had about you
for I love you, my solace
