Loving you is loving someone who cannot stay still.
You are always just out of reach or 
slipping through my grasp. 

Trying to win your love is something that
I can no longer keep up with.
I cannot decide if loving you is worth your worst. 

I begin the process of forgetting you;
a cup of something clear to make you disappear,
but then comes the longing.

A name on the tip of my tongue,
one that I cannot forget
no matter how much I drink.

Most nights, I wonder if losing you was worth losing me.

Featured art: “Long Nights” by Nicolas Martin.