The Last Drop.
I heard her waiting for the last time I dropped.
The drop was disparate breathing – living –sane – me.
The haunting feelings clutched as I stared in drop for your drop.
The ray seems counting it every night I drop.
The drop every night i drop in pain is for your drop.
I watched your eyes were bleeding out of drops.
As you twinkled the last time we dropped.
I moved on carrying my drops as if in guilty fray.
As I moved on – I count my own drops and you do yours.
I heard you count no more your drops.
I heard the drop you dropped I dropped –
Were the last drop we dropped.
I heard the greedy weeds grow in your chaotic garden well – Out of your drop.
Hugging you in nostalgia every time you drop.
But you know, I can’t see it anymore they last time we dropped.
Stay they plead I stop my drop.
I must not dare to stop your drop –
The last time we dropped.