A Hole in my Bucket

There is a hole in my bucket

where there used to be more;

That full feeling of completeness

leaving as fast as I pour.

This is not sadness, nor self pity,

just knowing something feels wrong.

Like singing a favorite,

and leaving words out of the song.

My hand is out stretched

searching for a shared smile,

And maybe someday I'll find it.

The Hope in my heart, will keep me a while.

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