One drop, a whisper, barely a sound

Two drops, a memory sinking down

Three and four, I watch them land

Pooling like veins in the lines of my hand

I count and I count but the numbers don’t end

Each one is a thought I can’t comprehend

One by one, they slip through my mind

Tracing the shape of something divine

But the meaning dissolves as soon as it’s found

Just water, just silence, just falling, just drowned

Five, six, seven—seconds stretch thin

I swear that the sky is breathing me in

Eight, nine—losing track of the time

What if I stop? Will the storm realign?

I count and I count but the numbers don’t change

Each one is a face with a name rearranged

One by one, they slip through my mind

Tracing the shape of something divine

But the meaning dissolves as soon as it’s found

Just water, just silence, just falling, just drowned

A thousand, a million, a life measured thin

Each drop a regret, each drop is my skin

I reach out my hands but they slip right through

Nothing is real when it’s soaked in the blue

One, two, three, four…

I think I almost felt something...

Five, six, seven—

I think I almost was someone…