Half Full
You won't find more
Of my love at
The bottom of
That glass.
For it exists
When it's full, and
Still when it's
Empty.
Tries hold
My hopes.
Cans fill
My bottled
Up expectations.
The line we walk
Is narrow and stumbling,
But you always will walk
Straight into my heart.
Copyright © Sarah Leonard | Year Posted 2024
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