(28th October 1971 / Glasgow, Scotland)

Empty/Full

empty
‘cos you’re so far away
full
when I hear your voice every day
empty
‘cos you’re not by my side
full
of admiration and pride
empty
in this cavernous bed
full
of fantasies in my head
empty
‘cos I’m here all alone
full
of male testosterone
empty
now and lost at sea
full
of amazement that you’d want me

by Dave Birss

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Comments (2)

Wow, this is a cool poem, Dave! Seems as if your glass is at least half full! -chuck
'empty/full' is terrific! Sometimes I have empty/empty...full/full moments...then those dry spells that need dusting. I like your poem. L