Drip

Something drips all the time.
A water tape in the kitchen,
a leaking A.C.,
the eyes of a woman
beside her husband on the pillow,
the sky across the window top,
a pen on the pages of an unwritten book.

Something drips always.
You just listen to its sound
and think about some other time
when you imagined seeing it.
Life oozing out;
drops of pain
in the middle of one night.
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(2012)