Half Empty

[Truerenigma]

Half Empty

I find myself putting away
these things that once were yours
because they remind me of you; then
I find I have brought them out again
because they remind me of you.
Opposites flowing from the same wellspring;
I am crucified between longing and despair.
I hold and caress your old photos & letters,
and smooth a cutting of your soft hair.
All more precious to me than gold,
for nothing more of you will be mined.
If scarcity sets the value of a thing,
I am the owner of a great treasure house,
yet, of you I have only these things.
A beggar’s portion left to hold
the shattered, scattered, pieces of my soul.


–Erthona


©2010-2014

Honestly, crucified beyond longing and despair rings a bit empty in the abstractions, and scattered shattered soul is begging for a real metaphor.