To Satisfy
He was a complicated man,
others told her,
but this she already knew.
Still, she thought, if
she gave all she had to give,
stripped bare her soul,
hid nothing, kept nothing
for herself, then,
surely then, it would be enough.
she thought it was.
she waited.
she was happy,
(or so she told herself
and so she tried to be.)
But He was a complicated man,
and all one woman had to give
would never, could never
be enough to satisfy, for
even an ocean cannot fill
a bucket with a hole.