We have the same holes
in us, like moon rock.

From afar, we look bright
The sun makes our gaps glitter

But up close, we have the same holes

Our silhouettes lock into
single file when we hug

Like pieces of Swiss cheese
cut from the same block

And I get that sinking feeling
(even though you’re hot)

That we can’t give each
other what we haven’t got

We feel worse together,
somеhow more incomplete

Holеs deeper than deep.

And we part ways wondering
why we’re emptier than before
You and I are like moon rock.

Lost
Cold
Alien
Discrete

Stolen from another galaxy

Looking for a slice of brie,
for what we need is melted cheese