Sunday, January 3, 2021

her unfilled cup

i pour myself
into her cup.
but it has no bottom.
she
wants more, just the same,
holding it out
towards my
heart.
keep it coming
she says.
i need more of you.
don't stop.
but i do.
there's only so much
of me 
i can pour wastefully
down the drain.

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