Dave Bonta's "With/in" is only a handful of words, but it leaves a lot of room to think. The title splits "within" into "with" and "in," which hints at something inside us, or at being accompanied by something while enclosed. The poem then speaks of fitting: a house fits sin, and a home fits night. The two pairings sound almost like measurements, as if the speaker is trying on clothes and finding that these sizes suit.
The words "house" and "home" are close in meaning, yet the poem seems to separate them. A house could be a shell, matched with wrongdoing, while a home is paired with darkness and perhaps rest or privacy. The speaker doesn't say which one feels truer, and that ambiguity is part of the effect.
Then comes the single word "Emptied." It lands like a door closing. Judging by the tone, the speaker feels drained, perhaps hollowed out by guilt or by the dark. The mood is quiet, stark, and unsettled, and the short lines make the silence feel heavy.