Fill me

Fill me up with what you are.
fill this empty bucket.
mend me. plug the holes in.

that i might hold something
other than all this emptiness.

but what can i do.
now that all these years learning
to live without have finally sunk in.

and rusted through
the handle you once held me with.

just turn me over. upside down.
so that nothing else can ever
fall inside of me nor leak out.