A glass cup sits on a table,
Five inches tall and smooth walls,
Plain, ordinary, transparent,
Water filled to the rim,
Glistening, clean, and pure.

A thirsty man sees the cup,
Gets excited and reaches out,
Be gentle, he says to himself,
But the water still spills,
It was filled to the the rim, you see.

A few drops fell onto the table,
But it's only a few,
Only a few drops slipped,
Only a few drops gone,
Only a few drops missed.

The man takes a gulp,
Quenching his thirst,
The water is no longer pure,
He takes another gulp,
The cup is no longer clean,
Another and another,
Until a sliver is left.

The man refills the cup,
With something he likes,
Slightly below the rim this time,
The liquid is no longer clear,
But the glass still transparent.

The man takes another gulp,
Another and a few sips,
Until there is two inches left,
He abandons the cup,
         Unfinished.

A glass cup sits on a table,
Filled less than halfway,
Opaque and unclean,
It stands on the table,
Among clean water,
         Spilled from before.

A hopeful start,
New and exciting,
A slight step back,
Then a bold push forward.

An evolving middle,
Filled with giggles and laughs,
A few tasty adventures,
Secret stories unraveled.

A rapid middle,
High fives and hugs,
A swim towards closeness,
A crescendo towards trust,

An escalating middle,
A dance of emotions,
Expressions of sympathy,
A friendship is forged.

An unexpected ******,
Fighting and crying,
Suspecting questions and answers,
Poisoning the trust.

And a chosen end.

Is it okay,
For my thoughts to wander to you,
To retrace your smiles toward me,
You stealing secret stares at me,
Missing me when you can’t see me.

Is it okay,
To fantasize your touch…
Your lips brushed against mine…
…Shamelessly.

Is it okay,
Without guilt,
To imagine our lives together,
A life where you only loved me,
On picnic blankets under a tree,
Smiling and laughing,
As you caress me in your arms,
Breathing into my ears,
Calling out my name.

Then,
Let me dream of you
Fearlessly, and
Fully,
One last time,
Until I give you up
Completely.

Hazel eyes decorated by light lashes,
Your soul burrowed within,
I glance at passive eyes,
Afraid of what I cannot find,
I brush your lashes with *******,
So I may see you,
I brush your eyes with quivering lips,
So I may kiss your soul,
But you remain distant.

I want to reach you,
To see your soul for its entirety,
But I cannot excite your stoic eyes,
So I decide to remove my gaze,
From your hazel irises.

You held my hand loosely in yours,
But then you started to let go,
Your hand slowly brushed against mine,
The tips of your fingers touching and leaving mine,
The warmth of your hand leaving mine limp,

During that moment,
I felt the tiny threads connecting our fingers,
Stretched, but wanting to pull back together,
I felt the hesitation in your release,
Your desire to hold on,
My desire to hold on,
The passion and heat I felt in my body.

I wanted you to hold on!
I wanted you to be bold,
And grab onto my hand,
You were so close,
But instead, you let go,
And I didn't grab onto you.

Love is a swarm of emotions,
So many different colors,
Some bright and vibrant,
Between grey shades,
Weaving in and out,
Like waves rising and falling,
Thrashing during an unsettling storm,
Lightning strikes my core,
Rain pours and cleans,
Then calms into stillness,
As the sun peeps behind the horizon,
Clouds blush pink and orange,
An ocean shows off its pretty diamonds,
As my lips curl into a smile.

You wrapped your arm around me,
And gave an unexpected squeeze,
So firm, so affectionate, so sure,
It tickled my heart.

I still feel the tickles from yester-night,
Tingling across my chest,
Trickling down into my stomach,
Sending giggles down my spine.

I long for another hug.