I Fill This Poem

A free-verse poem

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

This is a poem with a hole in it.
I fill it with a lot of things-
like how the golden dusk
melts between our entwined palms,
like how summer lodges
in your voice
as you laugh heartily,
like how the soles of my feet
grow wheels and fold my daily life
into a cocoon of monotony,
like how my soul quivers in my chest
with a tsunami of pangs
as I think about that happy year,
like how the softness…