Holes

There are no words to describe.

It's like leaving your shoes out overnight,

the dewy morning rolling around,

putting your shoe on,

and realizing it's cold.

It's like skipping down a sidewalk,

then hitting a pothole,

smacking the ground,

dazed and hurt.

It's like getting an envelope in the mail,

addressed with your name with care,

opening it,

only to find it to be empty.

If you took a knife and stuck it to the core of the Earth, I bet it still wouldn't reach the bottom of the hole in my heart.