I remember.
I.
Remember.

When this glass was full.
A chalice of kindness
Overflowing from a bottom never seen

A bottom that has since been visited
and
woefully
is being visited again.
I wonder,
How long until I can place my fingers around the edge of this pool?
How long until the depth of my joy
Is rivaled only warmth of the sun?
Will my feet forget that the bottom of this vessel
rough as the chip on my shoulder?

I haven't forgotten the view over this horizon.
It's foggy.
But
I swear to God
that I'll remember
that
I.
Remember.