Maybe - a Poem

This is one of my fovorite poems from a former blog of mine. I wonder if you can tell what it's about?

Maybe?

Lonely in this room,
The open window makes the rain an indoor shower.

Thought like the knife,
The blade cuts my soul with the emptiness of laughter.

Memory floods this floor,
Far deeper than all the sweetness of the water.

A drop that never falls,
A single tear that holds in my heart now till forever.

Maybe all that I know and all that I am, may be all that I see and all that I breathe.
Maybe all that I’ve known and all I’ve lived, may be all I can be yet nothing here is me.

Lonely in this room,
The open window lets the rain come in and touch me.

I long to hear her song,
A simple kiss upon her hand to show I love her.

She becomes the tear,
That single drop that holds in my heart now till forever.

Maybe I’m too young, maybe I’m too tall, maybe I’m too old, too fragile to risk a fall.
Maybe I’m not here, maybe I can’t see, maybe I can’t write; it may be I’m not me.

Lonely in this room,
The bed is made to keep me out from sleeping.

Rain has risen high,
A liquid salve for me who never heard her laughter.

Maybe I can’t win, maybe it’s too late, maybe I have lost, lost time on twisting fate.
Maybe I can’t do, maybe I’m not right, maybe I can’t create, maybe I can’t fight.

Lonely in this room,
The rain my grave and she who never knew I loved her.