Diluted

I said "I Love You"
 and you said the sky 
 is gray isn't it 
 the same weight of
 emotion the same 
 fluid ounce of breath 
 true devotion and
 a weather report 
 colliding  without a 
 ripple effect your
 passion is water 
 my grief is soggy
 counter clock wise
 hot or cold either
 way the tap turns
 every word swirling 
 in the pocelain bowl 
 flushed into the depth