in moments unexpected,
my:
body leaves the room
inhibitions seep into the floor
thoughts step away slowly
surroundings feel miles away.
and
my
soul
weeps and weeps and weeps
(for all the words caught in my throat
for the thoughts too big to push away
for painted smiles and faithless eyes
for everyone who fails to notice me drowning).
no moment goes un-dry
until i'm drained,
only in preparation for the next spell of sadness.