sometimes i feel them
the small and the large holes
some older some newer
somewhere in my heart

i still remember
storms that blew through them
carrying away some
dusty old dust

though sometimes a gentle
spring breeze blew fragrant
petals of bright white
and delicate pink

sometimes i feel warmth
flowing so slowly
into just some of
those empty holes

i'm whispering quitely
my love i will leave you
some of the large ones
would you like to fill?

if i didn't have holes
i would be missing
something into which
something could flow

sometimes a gentle
spring breeze blows fragrant
petals of bright white
and delicate pink


© Julian Heylinck, 13.03.2024

This one is partly inspired by the poem "Empty...place.." recently posted by Anvesha (@anvi..) here on Writco. I mixed it up with some of my old thoughts that I wrote down here a while back. Just by the way, “Dusty Old Dust” is the name of an old song by Woodie Guthrie.

#emptysoul
#singlelife
#happylife
#positiveness

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