Empty Cup

2016

I am drawn by the tides of your presence and absence.
I am always where you might be.

Other women rhapsodise about their crushes on you.
I listen, say nothing.
But some nights I have walked through the park near your house,
ecstatic within the radius of your life,
knowing the same darkness was lapping against us.

We talked for half an hour in the cafeteria.
When you left, I ate the ice
from your empty soda cup.