My heart is as full as a milk bottle
sitting in the sink
Standing upright under an open faucet
The water running up and over the lip
And falling over the sides
Cleaning the bottle from the inside
out.
I always thought this kind of happiness
Was only for those I saw on the other
side of my sadness
But never for me.
Now I know. It is for me, too.
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