An Everlasting Everything

I’m nothing.

But I want you to make me something.

Because you are everything,

infinite,

never ending.

You see the gaping hole that is me

as a space to fill

with pieces of yourself,

pieces of the universe.

A little fragment,

piece by piece,

planting a garden on bedrock.

The flowers are mine,

the effort is mine,

but you till the soil and help me grow.

I may never compare,

I may never come close,

not to you,

but you want to make me better than I am.

With you,

I may only be a simple hole,

a thousand miles deep,

but I will have an end,

a bottom,

a measurable depth. 

Maybe you won’t be the one to fill me to the top,

maybe I’m not meant to be a mountain,

but I am no longer bottomless,

I am no longer hopeless.

I’m no longer nothing.