Half a glass of water
A poem on the need to hold onto someone
You’re all I have And maybe that sounds possessive or egotistical But you’re it for me,
Everything to me, My breaths in, My breaths out, My somewhere, My nowhere, My sun, My rain, My home, And my time.
And maybe my all is not a lot to you, And maybe the world still spins for you when I don’t exist, But there is no world for me without you in it And I’ve made my glass half empty from the sand in the space between us. When you close that gap an inch, my glass is smaller, therefore fuller. When you step an inch back, it becomes a vast and dried up lake, thirsty in the desert.
I’d follow you to the ends of the earth So keep looking my way and don’t run too far, For I’m afraid I may loose sight of you and get lost.
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