if I could cut this glass in half, and make it full again

My heart feels so half-full these days
not sure whether I should dump out the rest
or cut the top off, make it fit what's left
or wait - for it to slowly drain

or else, to slowly fill again

one thing's for sure: You
took the biggest swig from it
that anyone has ever taken. And
when you were done, when you had drunk
deep, and you set it down, wiped
your lips and smiled - it was still
full.

The more you took, the more was left
of love. The more my heart grew,
just to hold, just to contain -
what welled up for you, just for you

And you never wasted, never spilled
a drop.

And: you are gone. And my heart is a glass
half-empty. Too big for what's left
for it to hold. You left my heart
too big to be of use
to anyone but you