NaPoWriMo #5

A moment… GONG!
Split second perception,
of a thing profound.
Love is gone.
A phrase contrite,
but no less sound.
My invisible hole,
A withered chasm,
Neatly chopped.
I see two hearts,
Yours still beats,
But mine has stopped.

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