Full

They march on,
the days,
each one heart-packed.
And why can’t I remember?—
"Something-filled"—
fill-in-the-blank, I guess.
Pleasure-filled, who said it?
or passion-filled, that’s more like it.
Why do I think rhythm-filled?
Nobody says it, is it what I meant?
Anyone's face, beauty-filled.
My eyes, brim-filled.
Filled with music.
Filled with light.
Filled with promise.
Filled with night.
You said, “passion-filled.”
I say, “passion-spent.”