My Heart as a Hole

There is a hole in my heart. It began slowly, just a tiny tare at first. But now, living without you for good, the hole has taken over where the heart used to be. I no longer feel. I do not breathe. I exist, but I am not certain how. It is almost as if I'm not alive. My essence exists, but my soul has escaped to another place and time.

In this space, I run through tall grass, wearing a cotton dress that my mother made. My hair blows in the breeze. My body is light. My mind is free. My heart is full. I  do not know you. You do not exist. And I will never know the love you gave me or feel the pain that came when you took it away.

In this place, I am free with no worries, no remorse. I have hope of a better tomorrow because I do not fear that the past is the best I will ever have. No emptiness from the pain you caused when you gave your love to her and left me cold, empty, dark, dead, with a hole where my heart used to be.