The Cavity

He had a cavity in him
A vacuum of sorts,
and he imagined
that each day it grew
by a steady increment
Of course,
all cavities long
to be filled
So he always searched
for what might seal it
Then one overcast day
his eyes fell upon her,
all in a hurry,
followed by his heart
And he was certain then,
she could close the gap,
just as molten solder
fills the void and binds
It was wrong too,
to think such thoughts,
and he was aware
'Ought to look inside
for the answer, ol' friend'
But he'd tried that
and decided it was lost
or moving all the time
through his veins
Elusive or rare
No, today it was her
and it would remain