Half full, half empty

I tried to pull something from my lungs
But her words flushed mine back down again
I couldn’t find any that seemed to fit
Like trying to attach flat bricks to a 3D-puzzle

Her life put next to mine was like
A tsunami hitting a silent shore
I didn’t know how to deal with it
I still don’t

All I can do is sit back and wait
Wait for her water to rise
Her face is calm. Secure. Happy?
There must be a storm coming

I think I might be able to help her
I know that she can help me
Her glass is filled to the brim
Mine is almost empty

 

© Emma Jøsok 2016

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