Mind The Gap Poem by Raj Dronamraju

There's a hole not only where love can go but where it had gone in the past
Now misses the words to describe love
That's just not measurable in time
A hole, dug up, empty, was there treasure there?

Who is that at the door?
I am pumped up with the recognition of that created void
Its edges curled and festering
I am becoming the gap and what it doesn't contain is how I greet the world

If the door is life's forced interactions then I don't answer the door
The gap is now part of the way I live
Imagination fills in the gaps of memory
If there is an attempt to summon it with the word "we", that's too weak an incantation

I only use the word "we" when I run out of prompting
And there is nothing to fill the tickertape machine with
All I tell unwelcome visitors is mind the gap
Those with longer legs can perhaps jump across it, the rest will have to go around