There is always a hole

There is always a hole

A space where yesterday once stood

Seas empty, cataracts fall

Clouds race through vacant skies

Nothing intelligent was ever said

In a vacuum

Other than the sound of nerve cells

Singing a torch song

There is always silence,

Gazing out to sea

Brings the horizon no closer

No ripple in time

Will ever taste of strawberry

Even in winter

It is possible to remember summer

As a pastiche of childhood

When dreams were as you lived them

Nothing was worth more than love

How easily it falls away

Into a sinkhole

At the bottom of the garden

Big enough to swallow

A universe

Which used to reside

On the walls

Painted into the space beneath the stairs

Imprinted in

The hollow of your heart

Where the music plays

A last request

For a little peace of mind

If I am a piano

Play me

Let your fingers touch my bones

Before wailing walls collapse

From the combined weight

Of a thousand

Discordant memories

Pushing at the boundaries

Trying to break free.