As I Pour Water Into the Cup
you keep me here
begging at the bush
as it still blossoms....
commemorating when
you vanished
i remember the night
when i cried and let the
tears fall strategically in
the center of the dent left
on the pillow that you slept
on
some nights, i would just sit
up and watch the streetlight
spotlight the radiance of your
gentle being while praying to
God to strengthen the foundation
of our bond
forever had potential with us, and
i put in some work trying to etch that
dream into infinity
but alas you were no competition for
the sun, and i apparently represented
the clouded obstruction of your view
it was then that i learned to add
refreshing colors to the thriving
center of myself for the necessary
sake of comfortably being....
moving forward has been like pouring
water into a cup since then....and wherever
it flows within me provides the essential
cleansing that makes it possible for me to
exist in forward motion and its eye opening
continuum....
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