My life is empty
like a morning bar
with just
a cigarette smoke
brushing my hair
kissing
throught the clothes

My life is empty
fulfilled
just up to the half
or half spilled
on the desk, on the floor
running out of the back door(s)

My life is happy and rich
half-full, but empty
like someone is missing
like someone has run out
of the back doors
and no more doors left
to leave with
the one