*waves cheerfully*
As poems go, this is one is distinctive. The opening metaphor of the movie set is unexpected, but unique, and well-conveyed. It shows the attention and activity focused on the other person, who sounds warm and gracious. In general, it's something that I would love to see expanded upon, whether in other participants in the set, what kinds of actions are going on, and how the narrator ties into all of this. This may be because there aren't too many other metaphors in the rest of the poem, though its direct nature does add to the narrator's sense of separation, loss, and former love. Then again, there is the "you can lead a horse to water" allusion, which I was impressed by. It's a nice way to specify the narrator's devotion to the other person, complete with an ultimate lack of an impact on the narrator. Despite their close relationship, it seems that, for one reason or another, the narrator was too shy to pursue it further or cultivate anything of value from it. As it's now falling apart, as described by the last stanza, the theme of your poem is definitely saddening. On a related now, the final stanza explains the tears in an earlier stanza, and does a nice job of tying everything together, so that I'm left with a consistent message that defines both the past and present parts of the poem.
There are a few things I want to note. The dashes should probably not be directly attached to a word, as in "water-", but be separated by a space. I also want to point out that "quinch" is misspelled - it should be "quench". Beyond that, the fourth stanza comes out of nowhere for me, because I'm not sure what it refers to, it contradicts a later position of the narrator, and just doesn't fit into the style of the poem. It could possibly refer to the tears, but this stanza uses the past tense, and the one with tears is in the present tense; and, if that were the case, I would have to call them disjointed. Lastly, I'm not sure if "like the snow that buries our secrets behind" is an appropriate final line. There hasn't been much of a mention of secrets beforehand (except for not drinking water, but that doesn't count because the narrator doesn't recognize it until after the fact), and I would have to imagine that the melting of snow would reveal those secrets, which there also doesn't seem to be many signs of. Regardless, this is a good poem, and I was happy to read it from start to finish. Great job!
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