That empty cup 
is gathering dust 
I have no 
heart to wash
where once it
was joy and 
laughter filled it
now sits quietly 
surrounded by others 
a shrinking violet 
it grows smaller 
with each morning 
and one day 
be a thimble 
capable of holding 
no more than 
a moment’s memory 

Such as these
when words fail 
and skitter about 
like marbles falling 
off a table 
I know that 
I will find 
one not all
for my favorite 
the one that 
I can look 
into and see
a marvelous thing 
will no doubt 
have found its
way to freedom 
far from me

I live a life
of prosperity and abundance 
this doesn’t assure me 
that I’ll have everything 
that I’ve ever wanted 
but what it does 
is give me the 
opportunity to be grateful 
for what I do 

It’s like 
the last 
bit is
about to 
go and 
I being 
either the 
bit go
or something 
new is
going too

It’s the things 
that I held
once so dear
slipping through fingers 
sand and water 
I can’t keep 
the thing I
thought I was 
isn’t a thing 
anymore they’ve moved 
without leaving me 
a forwarding address 
what am I 
supposed to do 
with this stuff 
am I stuck
should I go