Alone VS. Lonely

Imagine a giant hole
in your
      heart
           rib
              stomach
                     soul

Never having it filled.
Always having that empty
                       space.
The hole getting

L A R G E R  A N D  L A R G E R

Constantly being pulled apart,
s  l  o  w  l  y.
It doesn't close.
It can't be sewn.
And temporary fillings don't really matter.

Now imagine someone
taking a piece of themselves-
a
heart
     rib
        stomach
               soul-
and closing that empty space.
Sewing it up.

Feels great, huh?
Like a puzzle piece?

Now, imagine not being
able to see that person,
yet their piece
still completes you.
They're not gone,
but you can't spend time
with them.