If I Knew How to Save You

I trace the half moon
water stain with my eyes,
running my fingers across
the summer heat lingering
on the wall.
I find your words so familiar,
the anguished lyric
of loving somone
incapable of loving you back.
But while my words
rise up at the edges with hope,
your phrases are weighted
with defeat
And it scares me how much
hurt is sitting in this room.

I wish I knew how to save you.