Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Drip of time

This moment
This drip of time
I count drop by drop
Some like honey
Lingering sweet
At the tip of my tongue
Others like bitter fruit
I can’t wait to drip
But lasts just as long
Until both expire
And feed my desire
For what once was,
This drip, drip, drip
From a faucet
I fear to shut completely
Not knowing
What comes after

The dripping has stopped.

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