Diluted Relationships

The words taste like water, too thin to hold weight,
A love once so heavy now dripping with fate.
The echoes are hollow, the laughter is dry,
A script that we follow, a kiss that's a lie.

We drown in the silence, we swim in the space,
A sea of indifference we barely embrace.
The glass, it is fragile, yet still it remains,
A bond made of fractures, invisible stains.

You look but don’t see me, I hear but don’t know,
We speak in a language where nothing will grow.
Each syllable shatters, each whisper is thin,
A river runs through us, yet nothing sinks in.

And yet, in reflections too faded to trace,
A memory lingers—a touch, a misplaced.

But love is like water too often consumed,
The more that we sip it, the more we're entombed.