Love Lost to Gravity

 

She’s a lovely cup 

that has no bottom.

I saw her first from

the side or angled, 

but 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.

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