Free Refills, When You Get the Time

I poured so much into them.

When they grew,
I thought I’d be empty.

I wasn’t sure
I could give and give and give
and still
have anything left.

I poured it all out – damn right, I did –
but I am not empty.

Water doesn’t only come from above;
wells of love don’t run dry.

You might need to find another hole or dig a little deeper
to find what’s been waiting for you
underneath yourself
all along.


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