Dripping on You



Do you like it if I tell you things?
About the insignificance of trivial
things and the meaninglessness
of borrowed time. Do you?
For I make this sound and I trickle
on you like the annoying rain
outside my window. And yet
you have not spoken back.
Do you like it when I look for
you? I look inside
senseless rooms and
vacant hearts, yet, you were
not there. Where have you
gone? For I have fallen from the
sky, puddling on the earth
calling your name. And you
have not answered. Do you
like it when I nudge you
constantly, out of boredom,
out of desperation, out of
regret? Do you?
Look back at me. Answer
my call. Look at me as though
you knew me all along. And
then I shall stop momentarily
dripping. Drip, drip,
Dripping on you.