We met deep in the desert,
Our love was water cupped in your hands.
Fresh and cool you held it
But it slipped into the sands.

It trickled through your fingers,
And fell in droplets from your wrists.
The cool then only lingered,
as you tried to clench it in your fists.

The arid ground then drank our fallen water up with greed,
Your hands open in surrender left the remaining moisture freed.
And so I was left to stand alone, my throat parched and aching dry,
Hot air began to fill my lungs and sands stung at my eyes.

For a moment I blinked away the grains enough to see,
And that was when I realized that you were still standing next to me.
So I let my eyes fill again with sand, and then the tears began to fall.
Because you’d been by my side all along, but weren’t ever there at all.

So I said the words to make you leave, though they were all untrue
And you knew they were but you still left and I won’t chase after you.
And so I cried for you and us and those tears, like our love, fell cool and wet.
They came and stayed and watered all the ground where we first met.
One day they stopped falling, and I wondered if perhaps they should still be there
But they’ve evaporated, like our love had done, into the deserts' air.