The Hole

 

The hole in the ground is the result of
untruths, denial, unspoken regret
and impregnable pride.
And to think, before we met,
the surface here was as smooth
as fresh-laid cement.
But I dreamed about you last night.
I dug out your old love letters,
retrieved your picture,
placed it on the mantle.
The hole is still there
but I no longer live in it.

 

 

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John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in the Homestead Review, Harpur Palate and Columbia Review with work upcoming in the Roanoke Review, the Hawaii Review and North Dakota Quarterly.

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