There’s a hole in my heart where your laughter once lived,
Where your voice echoed softly, so ready to give.
It’s a silence that roars in the depths of my soul,
An ache that reminds me—I’ll never be whole.
I reach through the memories, fragile and dear,
Still chasing your shadow, still holding you near.
The birthdays, the songs, all the plans left undone,
And the prayers I keep whispering long after sun.
They say time is healing, but I know the truth:
Some wounds never close, not with distance or youth.
This hole is a sacred and sorrowful place,
Where love keeps on shining, still shaped like your face.
I smile for the world, but it’s never the same,
For part of me left when Heaven called your name.
Yet somehow I go on, though I stumble and start—
Carrying you in the hole in my heart.
You were joy, you were light, a gift from above,
And this pain is the price of unconditional love.
But I’ll see you again—this I know, this I trust,
When the Lord wipes these tears and raises the dust.
Until then, I’ll live with this ache and this grace,
Missing your presence, your voice, and your face.
You were my child—my soul’s sweetest part—
And your name is still written on the hole in my heart.
Mam
08/06/2025
