The Hole

I don't know why
I feel a hole
deep inside,
a gaping hole -
was it always there?
or did it appear
when you were gone,
only to remind me
of something
that I need to own?
some holes I guess
are not to be filled,
or covered up
to make the landscape
look flat and nice;
some holes are there
to peer into,
to feel into,
so the emptiness
feeds
the breath
rising
like the snort of a whale,
from the desolate moor.