(w)hole(s)

your words still have a way
with me
they ring of so many truths
too many affirmations have bubbled to my lips
only to be held back
for now
they remain unsaid
I hear the emptiness you’re trying to fill
it’s the same one I write to
like a bucket with too many holes
so much slips through
sometimes
it’s the holes that make the whole
you can’t feel complete until
you know
what you’re missing

-E.E.

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