Lacuna.
I miss the old days
When I could call you mine
And when I smiled
When I knew I could feel love.
But I left you
And now my heart is a lacuna,
That dark, empty, bottomless pit
Inside me, clawing at my soul
Trying to tear me to shreds.
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