IT USED TO BE

Once upon a time ago, I was looking for you.

Hungry, I ran here and there like a beggar, yearning for someone or something to fill my empty bowl.

The bowl is gone now. How could something so small contain you?

Now you fill me, spilling out, flooding my world.

Like the simple chair in the shade of the tree. I know every curve and bend and the spiky palm fronds too.

Where you end and I begin, I can not say.

It used to be, I thought I was apart from you.

Now, we are the same.