There's a hole in my chest
Where an hourglass sits perfectly
Watching tears fall in uniform drops
Going drip, drip, drip.
There's a hole in my chest
The weight of tears now calm
Causes my hourglass to spin
Waiting emptiness into being.
There's a hole in my chest
Where my hourglass spins
In a dance of tears and hollowness
In measured despair.
