It drips, slowly
Slowly from the lip of a frozen tap,
A rhythm and a rhyme on the floor of the sink
A metronome, endless
The slow drip, the slow decline.
Audible from the lounge, from the stairs
The landing and the bedroom
Sitting together, sharing a couch
Easily fixed, but never faced up to
Dripping, ever dripping
Ever dripping, ever on.
(March, 2013)
