Half-empty

I wrote this poem in January 2022, so well over a year ago now. It explores themes of heartbreak, acceptance and complex emotions.

Half-empty

“what can I do?”

an unfulfilled question, an unfulfilled answer

an unfulfilled feeling, like not knowing how the world began

except my world is you

so let me go

watch my petals wither and drop beneath me

as my life source is removed,

snatched away, a suffocation

a homicide of a merged soul,

until the morning dew kisses my skin again-

A reminder to rejoice in acceptance

I can only wait,

mourn,

love, my love,

Can I do all at once?

by the time my petals regrow, you would have found your own flower

but you leave me a trail, looking back like a cackling menace

I water it, for each time you could not water me

left empty, I shake for the last few drops

but you’re gone, and I’m left with a garden

a garden of flowers, unfulfilled without yours

- Aurora Z.

I actually AI-generated this image: it was meant to be of a man walking into a forest and dropping a trail of petals behind him (as described in the poem) but it seems this was the best that the AI could do. Amazing work.