The More-loved Gone

eating the vacancy 
chills and does not 
fill, it
nullifies and larges 
gorging on your 
heart, well-broken - 
beating still

eating the vacancy 
galls and hurts 
like a too-rich 
meal, sits grinning 
in the middle of your 
skull, the brain pain 

eating the vacancy
is non-existence in the
midst of life, makes
all you do pale, reels
and rife, it staggers
and vainly patches
past: the more-loved gone
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