Kayfucius

I keep trying to pour myself

into your empty cup

and mine runs dry as it fills yours up

but your fine goblet

must have a puncture in it

somewhere;

because no matter how much I pour

it’s never quite enough –

my remaining specks of sanity

implore me to run

over and out;

Away, away

went the years I ignored myself,

now I’m focused on filling my own cup.

You only notice

because yours has gotten empty,

so used to draining me

that you fear being drained

yourself…

and honestly,

I’ve had to work too hard at restoring my energy

to find enough to volunteer as tribute

for your wayward and imbalanced

supply.

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