I saw the flavor
of that drink you liked
the other day in the store
and I got lost in myself
about it for hours and
for days ever since.
I pulled salty water
from the well of my dead
until I didn't feel any better
but I never meant to
hurt you instead.
I know it's selfish
and I know it's hard.
This is no movie and
my pain ain't the star.
I cannot expect you to
heal me when I hold you afar.
And little by little
my grief becomes who we are.