I remember the scene, although I've never seen it.
It was the night and quiet. Sobbing surrounds.
For the weight was too much.
The setting, not right.

I want to pour out this pain,
The many droplets that remind me
The thorn in my side
A constant heartache
To remind myself.

Let my tears be acid, falling from the wells of my eyes
Burning through the floor of the bathtub.
The water on my back will never wash the stains away.
Yet only follow the holes through which I cried.

I remember my denial. I remember what I knew, but didn't.
How all along, your tears, ones to quench a dove's thirst
Were falling from your heart. Onto a shoulder, not mine.
And then your hearts met and embraced, for the first time.