(W)hole

Rolling up and down by day

My mind wrapping around this

Most recent move

Writing expels grief

A hole where my family was

Seeking connection with the world

Reaching out

But it slips through my fingers

So I keep moving

Waiting to run into it

Perhaps an accident of fate

Will make it stick

Bound together like two cars wrecked

In love

Alone not lonely

But longing

For warmth pressed

Behind me

As close as the peel of a banana

To its fruit

Melded and almost one

But separable