I Can’t Hold You

Unfulfilled love, this crooked love,
Like a drum with broken skin.
Still I beat it, beat it softly,
Till the storm begins again.
Our love is a river that never reached the sea,
Circling the same dry stones, circling you but not me.
You are water.
I can't hold you, but my hands catch the dust.
Every river in my body still remembers how to rust.
Now the moon hangs like a promise,