Stumbling over cushions in the darkness,
I beach myself on the bed like an exhausted swimmer.

My chest works to breathe, heavy with mental afflictions.
It all trickles out of me, salty as sea water.

Trickling slowly as withheld tears.
Trickling silently like the seeds of love dispersing.

Lost in the catastrophe of my own mind,
I watch the trickle thicken.

It congeals around me like yesterdays resentment.
I gasp and shiver, struggling to free myself.

Praying and aching for the darkness to lift,
for love to open my eyes and wrap its arms around me.

If only I wasn't so tired. If only I could concentrate.
If I could just stay awake I might know what to do.

Falling unconscious, I wonder where it all goes,
if it will ever end and how we bear it.

I wonder if I will just trickle away bit by bit
until I am gone.

I wonder if you will miss me.