This vase shouldn´t be empty
sunday morning surprises
humble worry from some well fed head
That head shouldn´t be empty
A giggle I placed in her mouth
let me know she was healthy
Optimism pushing me up a level
She drove tolerance and understanding
Chest empty as the vase is
medicine out of reach
wanting ever present the sticky residue on her skin
All I do is teach
Hearts mushy balloons
waiting to be played with
They shouldn´t be empty though
No surprises sunday morning the cold face of a glacier
A hollow glacier melting at my excitement
The timer counting down
ghosts have nestled
each one more haunted by me
I loved once and that vase was full
There´s a hole in the earth that desires me
Awaits me trusts I´ll fall for it
Yet I will not fill it till the heart and vase are overflowing.
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