The S P A C E beyOnd me....... and the emptyness within me

I am not everything

I am not everything
For her
I am,
But a small fraction of
All her desires.

But when she feels that
certain things
Should come to her
Without asking
That is what I am to her

She is everything to me though;

‘Cause I am fathomless
And empty
But She can fill me
With tiny part of herself

I’m wide
And border less
But she can encompass me
Even if she just open her eyes.