Words at the Edge

I’ve spent days chasing a word, a thought,

like a song, stuck in a loop, yearning to be caught.

At the café, steam curls like a whispered secret,

a stranger mispronounces a name, the moment’s electric.

I grasp at syllables, they dance just out of reach,

tongue flickering, each try feels like a breach.

It teeters on the edge, teasing my weary mind,

a riddle, a puzzle, I can't seem to unwind.