Clear water droplet
cast into the pooling ink
that often escapes its well ---
Weigh on me like rain,
gathered on the overhang;
threatening to cave me in.
Your purity was
what could oppose and cleanse me,
or potentially end me.
While content to drown,
I sought to submerge myself
underneath your tidal pull,
and failed to remain.
But I'm glad as a cast-off,
because, for a time, you were
the only thing that could slake my thirst.