Waterlogged

You're like a drop of water
That falls down in my ear
No matter how I shake and kick
You're always fucking here

I try to wait it out with time
Maybe patience is the key
But day after day, hour after hour
You're still here with me

A Q-Tip! Maybe that will work
To dry out your gushing sounds
But I can't plunge one through my heart
Where your memory abounds

So I guess the want of me and you
Will be like that tiny drop
Evaporating slow, but part of me
Until the moment that it's not.

Mandi Walker
3.10.10