Our Love Created Poetry Inside Of Me

You filled me up with Merlot.
Always too much
and never enough.

You filled me up with raindrops.
They pounded on the window
watching us dance between white sheets.

You filled me up with words and rhymes
the kind of metaphors that only made sense
to you and me.

You filled me up with sun rays
And even on the cloudiest and coldest days
I was warm because I had you.

Now you fill me up with
unanswered messages, crumpled letters
and dusty guitar strings.

Now you fill me up
with my own poetry that’s drenched in
my demons.

You fill me up to the top
with the loss of you.
You fill up my hollow hole.
You fill me up whole.