My Solace

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