Scratch Factory

Made of Holes

I wish you missed me she said
And I don’t know what to say
Like of course there would be a gap
A gaping emptiness yawning where you
But the thing is
I’m just made of holes
And absences
And I can’t look too deeply at any of them
Because every one of them
Looks back
And shows me all the abyssal ruins
I’ve left behind me
In those who miss me
Better to just throw me in the
Muddy pond
The ripples die down
And I leave no hole at all