Black Hole

I need a seamstress…

One to put a stitch in time.

Eight months, three weeks, 2 days, four hours ago

A gaping hole was torn in the fabric of reality.

A black hole spinning in time and space

Filled only with despair.

A black hole of regret creating a gravity well

So powerful its pull is irresistible.

Every night when I drift off

After hours of tossing, turning,.. wishing

My mind drifts back toward the event horizon;

My very essence sucked in

By the overarching vastness of your memory.

I am helpless in the face of its power.

Each time I approach the edge,

Gasping, flailing, fighting the pull

Trying to breathe in the frozen vacuum

Of the void you left behind…

I see your face …

My heart, too weak to resist,

Yearns only to pass through…

To dive into the wormhole

And see where it will take me…

Yet, just as I reach the edge of the abyss,

Just when my reaching hand seems about to pass over

I awaken … Only to find the void still empty…

Empty of laughter, light, love, reason, purpose.

Those were the things you provided me.

Your presence my very life sustaining oxygen…

When you departed this plane

You rent a hole in the fabric of my reality;

An abyss into which I am eternally falling.

So, Fates, please … send a seamstress…

One to put a stitch in time.

Eight months, three weeks, 2 days, four hours ago…

One to sew shut the hole in my soul…

A stitch in time to save mine