by Lynn White

There’s a hole in my face
where the love gets in.
There’s a hole in my face
where love has left
a hole in my heart.
I sigh.
But still
the bird sings
in the dark.
I sigh
waiting
for a song
to fill the space
love left.
I sigh
holding my heart.
Oh, those sighs.

First published in Alien Buddha Zine, January 2025

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