Filled to the Brim

I am overwhelmed.
Simply passed by me like a rose petal floating in the wind you did.
My long dead nose hunted down your scent; hungry for your soul.
The centre of my being became tethered to your own.
Fetus-like I clung to you for life.
Your joy became my elation.
Your disdain became my grief.
I know this now… You consume me.
If everyone has a cup of love to give…
The one I give to you is filled to the brim.

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