There is a hole deep within me
And it brings me great sadness.
It is a hole that I feel and cannot explain;
It makes my eyes water
And my soul crack;
It prevents me
From letting go.
I feel it, and when I feel the sadness
I am free, I am real;
And when I am near you the hole does not vanish
But it is patched over
And though gaping, we dance above it
Like daring tightrope walkers
Who feel no fear.