I have what I need, I say to the hole
and the hole quivers nervously. “But you still lack love –”
I have what I need, I say again, more firmly now
and the hole realizes a rock where before a void.
“What what about me? Where shall I go?” it asks.
You will be filled, I reply. Annihilated by love.
For a hole is not a hole after it is filled.
But that is what you always wanted, right?
“Yes,” it whispers.
Greatest sacrifice, I reply.

© Meisaan Chan