Footstool

You drank from every cup in my house, you drank from me. 
for weeks I poured into you, for weeks you filled me 

I

let

you

in

I tried to tell you but

the

words

just 

wouldn't 

come 

out

i tried to ask you but 

my

fear 

it 

held

me

back

if I still had you then

I'd 

beg 

you 

not

to

go

you left while I was sleeping, left no trace of ever being 

Besides a few stray hairs

and an empty spot where you once lay   

-ds