There's a black hole
in the middle of my living room
next to the coffee table,
not there anymore
and the mat that your mother gave us
left a light spot on a darkened floor.
There's a black hole
in the middle of my chest
next to my heart,
not there anymore
and the ring that you gave me
left a light spot on an older finger.
There's a black hole
in the middle of this page
next to the words I love you.
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