Empty
Empty
Autumn sky darkens,
I hold you in an earthen bowl in my hand –
The audacity.
I take uncertain steps, I stumble;
I cling on to the bowl -
The insecurity.
Faltering, I near the water’s edge;
The water unclear as my thoughts –
The dilemma.
The earthen bowl sinks,
Your essence lives within my cells –
The emptiness.