Explained The Mystery Poem by James McLain

I look up from the well
round
in surprise is my mouth
it's smooth end
floods the silence
my hand
to you is my birth right.

Leaning in
out over the edge
sinking down
out
of sight
close to mine.

If I left unwarranted clues
concerning
my dues, left to you
and what when we met
to me I had then
appears now I've left
all to you.

The length of time
and night's without end
by some
was all that I'd have.

Now all I have left
is now knowing you can't
explain to them
what they
have now found, while knowing
you can't
come here and join me
it's dark, cold
and wet,
where I am.

My eyes drink it in
It's not love
that they've found
but an end to some means
that is yours.