My Rock

• Bec Gooding, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2009

There’s a hole in my heart
But you’re filling it up
Filling me up, picking me up
I remember all the words you’ve ever said
Every time you’re in my head

Hold my hand tight
I want to step up and reach for your heart
Maybe we can have more time, our time
Long before it ends, at the start

I’ll keep running back and searching for your face
Where have you been, I needed you before
Stand next to me again, I need you in case
There’s a hole in my heart
So you’ll fill it up
Pick me all up