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[The beating of my heart
lub-dub; lub-dub
pulls forth my words.]
Big pit
No hope
No strength
No joy
My fault
Again
I cry
And wait
For you
You come
You sit
With me
In this
Dark hole
You reach
To touch
My hand
I crawl
Into
Your lap
And there
Find love
Find hope
Find you
Find me
The pit
Is gone
You filled
It up
With you
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[photo ‘dark hole’ by Jonathan Abourbih per cc 2.0]
Quiet Hope 
The last stanza is particularly moving. It conveys a sense of deep dependency very well. I also like the lines “And there… Find you/find me…” which suggest how strongly the two people are interconnected.
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