Crying Icicles

dripping-icicles-charles-russell

Wet icicles drip steadily

Outside my bay window,

Yet they bring to mind

no apt metaphor today.

drip, drip

My calendar says that

My soulmate passed on

Seven years ago today,

But I’m over it…sort of.

drip, drip

Damn you icicles!

May the north wind

freeze you solid again!

Please stop dripping.

Please stop.

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