A hole inside me,

filled with a shadow of absence,

known as a life of presence.

trapped, 

Was the love stagnated behind,

floated 

Was the memory bypassed beside.  

You left with no sign. 

Only the blowing bubblegum would recall

The sweetness it once had. 

Only the paddle ball you played would understand

the warmth it possessed. 

Only the oak tree branch you once sit would remember

The weight of your soul.

Only the heartbeat would tell

How loudly it has once throbbed.

Only the blood flowing through my vessels would know

How acres of red, 

spread under the blazing sun in the midsummer noon,

have once bloomed for you.