You are soft sprinkles of rain dropping on my hot tin skin, that sweet drumming as I long to let you fall in, not minding one bit if in loving you I am giving up all that I ever hoped I be.
You are the instrumental that I never heard, that brings with it my own unspoken words, tiny syllables and brand new ideas I long to share with all who wouldn’t mind hearing it,
as I go to sleep letting go of reality you are the verse of poetry whispered in dreams and sought in waking, even though I know it brings with it a certain aching. I have forgotten it but still long to recall the whole poem, heartbreak and all.