You know how when you’ve made a mistake..
you realize that somewhere, somehow
something went wrong..
and you’re not sure what you did,
but you know you lost
something, someone important
and you know you can’t get it back
and you try to heal the wound
one day you do.. or think you have..
then you start to thinking....
looking at the hole in your heart....
and realize you’re still missing something
the ache is dull and, sometimes, dismissable..
still, life is somehow lacking
November 12, 1999