Drip, drip,

Drip.

What happened?

Who knows?

I wish I knew how to fix it.

Our relationship is like our conversation,

A broken faucet beyond repair.

A stream of dripping words,

I so desperately grasp on, clutch on, cling on, hold on…

Yet sadly released from me,

Like water from a tap,

Fall, dripping slowly,

Drop by drop,

Into,

Darkness.

Perhaps she was meant for me,

Yet I was not for her.

Author Bio: Jeric is an avid reader and writer that loves writing poetry and fiction in his spare time. A good chess player too.