Wounded

Wounded
I had a hole in my heart
When I found you
And you took the empty space
And made camp
And over time you made your camp
Into a house
And you took root
And I had hoped it would be forever
I know now that it won't be
We became one
And now we are reversing the process.
And as we separate our lives
From the entangled mess we’ve made
We try
To find out who we are
Alone
I find myself
Hoping that you’ll find your way
Back to me
I hope the fates line us up again
Because you were it for me
You were my world
An ember that I tended to
And created a burning fire out of
And then spent months engulfed in
Only to emerge burnt and
Unrecognizable
I had a hole in my heart
When I lost you
And I took the empty space
And gnawed at it
And over time I made it blister
Into a sore
And I took pleasure
Knowing that it would remind me of you
Photography by: Chelsea Fluck
Poetry by: Chelsea Fluck