Empty: A Poem

I wish I could pour into you.

Pour in till you flow.

Pour in till I was empty, I thought.

But,

I am so empty,

that empty has a new definition

and it's not as easy as I thought it would be.

I look at you smiling once in a while

and I think to myself,

this is it.

This moment is the one

I want my life to pass in.

And in the next moment,

all of it is like a happy dream.

Your eyes look at me,

no, through me like I'm a transparent glass.

And I'm looking for meaning

in what aren't spoken words.

One moment,

your hand's grip almost makes me gasp.

The other,

you hold it like a stranger,

trying to help a blind woman cross a path.

Songs that have no meaning

whilst you sing along,

I hear you sing;

grazing on what little meaning I can find in them.

I look and look,

and I find nothing but empty shells of lost pearls,

waiting to be reinstalled.

How blind a head

and a soul I must be to not see,

all this while,

I wished I could pour into you.

Pour in till you flow.

Did pour in till I was empty.

And beyond.