Water will leak,
whether you make it or not.
From your eyes I read all.
I once was you, you know.
You will be me,
once this road clears
and you see him standing at the other side of the bridge.
And he will be there, never doubt.
He loved you before,
He will love you after
Though you do not know it.
The current uncertainty will produce all your poetry.
Let the words pour out of you
and care not for water.
Care not for water.
For there will come a time
when you shall not hold the pen,
And water will be all you breathe.