to the brim

Everything hurts a little more.
Movies and TV shows depicting harm to children
have become unbearable;
that suffering superimposes on the image of my own child, now,
and I long to run upstairs and rouse her from sleep,
my eyes wide open and ready like deep, empty wells,
ready to have every second of every experience with her poured into them;
and perhaps that’s why I keep crying,
because I am constantly full-to-the-brim and overflowing
with ‘you’.