Every
drip of that tap,
I know you did not depart,
For anytime I think of you,
I hear the sound of water flow,
Each memory that revolves again and again,
Inside my head,
Always of you,
Only you,
Drip, drip goes the tap,
I know then you are having the last laugh.
© 2017 MK AC Nevin-Crooks
Love Life Poetry
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