Cup empty

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I reach for you

The pull is instinctive

It’s something I know in my bones,

The way children cry out for their mothers,

The way pets skirt at their owner’s feet,

It’s something you taught me.

Listen, you told me,

With every answered call,

And kind reply,

You taught me to look to you.

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Years have passed,

Stretched thick then thin,

You are the prayer I never forget to keep,

The reminder my heart is most obedient to,

My kettle,

Filling every insecurity I’ve grown.

But

This is my mistake,

You aren’t perfect,

And I can’t keep trying to be,

In reaching for you,

My cup will always be empty.

-Nuzha Sharik