Drip...: Chapter 1

His back to me
Eyes fixed on it
Drip...
Trailing down my face
Trailing out the door
Drip...
Nothing mattered but his back
Fading from view, my view
The view that was misted
Drip...
I reached out to stop him
But I was reaching for nothing
Drip...
I couldn't stop him
He had been gone all along
He was never really there
It was just my imagination
Drip...
his face was stoic
As he told me his sorries
As he told me he loved me
Although it was stoic
I knew it was an act
Drip...
Drip...
How could I have missed it
Back then, when I could reac him
Everything he did
Was for me
Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
Drip... my tears fell down my face silently
he had slipped through my hands
And I let him...
But, I can still try
Drip... Drip... Drip...
Silent yells of agony escaped my mouth
How could he, how could I?
Silent murmurs of hate whispered through the air
Drip... Drip... but they were covered
Covered by yells of love
Yells... drip... drip... drip...
Yells to come back
Tears of silent regret...