Honey, I’m tired.

This is like a funnel
I took for a cup:
I keep pouring and pouring
my hopes, my soul,
into it
and wonder why it’s empty.

Yet I haven’t asked for more

Until then,
I will lie

in your ambivalent embrace,
missing you

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