How often my heart sinks when you talk that way,
when you remind me
how it was when I was drowning.
Caught in a maelstrom of emotions, delusions and paranoia
when I was lost to myself completely.
Now I watch and listen, over my glass of gin
tonic, ice and a slice of citrus, bittersweet
pondering possible cures.
There are no answers
when the light leaves your eyes,
not even a healthy dose of hindsight, and wishful thinking.