May 12, Tuesday

Never Never

Empty like a milk bottle, gleaming on the front stoop,
ready for the milkman to replace with the full white one,
sweating and heavy.

Empty like a river empties into the sea,
never empty at all, just never the same.

Empty like my mind, for a fraction of a second,
before thoughts and feelings come
flooding in to join Lady Fear.

She never left with the others.
Never empty, never nothing, never never.

edelle rose, 05-12-09