My Hands are not Dry

My hands are still not dry.
Droplets splat on the floor.
I wonder how they got wet,
I can't recall any more.

All I hold slips away,
All I touch tries to run,
All I have is the water,
And the water as won.

I can't hold your hand,
I can't see your smile,
I can't even feel
Your warmth upon mine.

I let you slip away,
And the water rushed out.

My hands are not dry,
No matter how much I try.