vapor

The clouds can hold rain, but they can’t hold me.
My hands can hold water but they can’t hold the sea.

What do I know? All I see is what you show.

Over the bridge
Across the tracks
Whatever you call it
I’m not going back

After all that’s been said
There’s just one pillow left on the bed.

She’s a head turner but I’m on the back burner.

When a touch is just a fix
Then the trigger only clicks.