Heart heavy weighed down
Thirty years pass, thirty seconds end
Hole in my heart, is there room for another hole?
Is there enough heart left to have space for another hole?
Change comes stealthly
Sneaks up darkly
Flows around inevitably
A question of differences and a bridge too weak
to bear the weight and the wait.
Inner thoughts. Unexpected avenues.
Is there enough space left? Yes.
Welcome dark hole. Fill with something new.