Bullseye

A moving target is easier for life to hit than a stagnant one.

Photo by PEIWEN HE on Unsplash

Death of a loved one 
never fails to miss its mark 
when your heart is the bullseye. 
Their absence is a blackhole 
of which dark days can only escape, 
heavy enough to bend but never break 
you—a train wreck of grief in stasis 
at the destination of tomorrow.