I’m sorry about the hole
Blown through secret tender flesh
So vulnerable and so closely guarded
So absolutely unprotected after all.
Blown through lives nearby
Blown through with empty wind
Hollowed out corridors
Blowing gray across the overpass.
Blowing, blowing smoke rings
Just a day before
Waking from a nod
Standing alive in the night
Living, dancing, screaming, laughing, running through the night.
And I came home
And you did not
And somebody knocked on the door
And I didn’t answer.
And you were gone when I awoke.
Sorry Sorry Sorry about the hole.