Love Lost to Gravity

 

She’s a lovely cup 

that has no bottom.

I first saw her from

the side or angled, 

not from above.

And when it was 

time to pour love

it passed through,

absorbed by the ground

leaving no trace.

And years passed,

occasional attempts

to see if she’d hold,

and each time I watched

love lost to gravity.

There has been no

repairing of the cup.

The hole remains 

and my love has

no place to go

(at least not where 

the cup is concerned).

But hope springs eternal

and in spite of it all

I keep on pouring.

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