The words I wanted to say
were so beautiful
I couldn't possibly write them-
let alone speak them.
The teardrop falls,
glistening in the moonlight,
so exquisite...
like you.
Then it shatters,
breaking my thoughts
into tiny pieces
and washing them away.
I can't remember
what I wanted to say
or why I wanted to say it.
Only then do I realise
more tears are falling,
and they are mine-
full of bitter frustration
and regret
for something I can't remember-
or maybe won't-
the gap is tinged with pain
and sadness
where I tore out the memory
for whatever reason.
More tears
summoned to drown me
in my own life
by my own mind.
I hold onto you so tightly
to keep me here,
but my mind tries to let go.
I don't know myself anymore.