half full, half gone

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you say the glass
is half full, raise it to the light,
watch how it catches and holds
a shimmer, how hope balances
on the curve of its lip.

i nod, pretend to see it,
that promise you find
in the clear edges, in the space
where liquid turns to air.
but i’ve never known how
to look up like that.

i think of the weight,
how it feels when everything
…