Iron and Salt

Well there's this hole in my guts where the churning begins
makes its way through my veins
and gets caught in my brain
then the hole in my head from where the words spew forth
thoughts or unguided there is never a loss
and I ramble on to fill the silence
what remains in the void you left behind
and I scramble to the sheets where you once lay
and I place my head on your pillow and drown myself
in tears and thoughts of your return

A confusing message with a typo
that changed the whole meaning
and I'm choking and sputtering these realizations
and missing you so clearly and sharply
that I begin to bleed straight from my chest

Everything fades to a shade without color
your face is empty, eyes broken and grey
a mouth parts but there are no red lips to kiss
just an empty hole that leads to a frightening place
and I see my future unfold in the pockets of your throat
it is grey and bleak
winter runs into summer and I walk barefoot through the snow
wear a scarf in the pool
because nothing makes sense when you leave
colorless water flows down my face
and I scrub this away
the blood that flows through my veins is a matching hue
the only difference is iron versus salt.