When in the right mindset and atmosphere, I will often imagine myself  

Beneath the vast shade of an old willow tree sitting in contemplation

Condensation dripping down a tall glass of lemon-flavored ice tea on a table

Only to have the pool of water drain off the edge and seep into green grass

Before having my one-sided conversations, only because I can’t confirm

If you’ve heard or affirmed anything I’ve expressed without my knowledge

Or if you can see moisture escape my eyes as I surrender words from my soul

As those drops freefall off my cheek and mix with the tables drainage below

Now and then I’ll sip a bit to replenish between words my open wounds bleed

Unsure these days if your opinion of me has changed for better or worse

I sit exposed of secrets I’ve never told as far back as my contemptuous youth