Loss

What is this space in my chest?
What wants attention at a desk?
When the seconds jam.
When you manage.
It's a loss and yet I haven't lost anything.
If anything, I've gained.
But what about this hole here?
Here, just underneath.
It's a space as space can only exist.
I'm missing what I didn't know had place.
It's like a love that's slight or a fear that's just less.
Am I mistaken?
It's a just a loss I think.
And not losing anything.