Drop. Drop. Drop.
The endless cycle begins again.
I rustle in the sheets as always.
The sound not disturbing my sleep,
but it is there,
I suppose soon this place will be flooded.
Yet I cannot deny it's volume tis twice that of the last,
or from what I can see that is.
However, the leak of this one seems two times the speed.
Who can really tell with eyes closed?
Maybe this one can be patched up before real damage is made.
I stare at the chest of the one I love,
my heart aches as I see that chest fall, in fear that it may not rise again.
I cannot tell,
Is this bad or good?
A sign of wholesome love?
Or fear holding onto me once more?
Caressing me, his fingers soft and icy.
Whispering in my ear
"Do you hear that?"
Drop. Drop. Drop.
If I leave, I will no longer be able to see or hear the leak,
Does that not mean it has stopped?
I certainly believe so.
It is time for fear and I to alope.
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