“I’m seeing things as half-empty again,
the glass of water, the plane, the old lipsticks
& bottles of lotion, the void, the room,
the table that could sit just one more,
the basement, the spaces between sidewalks.
The sky is even half-empty without the crowd
of clouds that used to guide me to a half-empty home,
a bed half-filled with a love that was still never enough,
the way that her tears would soak the sheets.”