You are a steady drip in the back of my brain.
My unwilling muse
Sucking up all my words into your vortex.
I write six word stories about your laugh.
And paragraphs about our love.
Sonnets to your hands.
All because I’m afraid to forget
Until you aren’t
a drip
a puddle
a lake.
Oh no, nothing so calm.
You are a tidal wave,
your name a rip current
dragging me under.
I’m addicted to drowning.
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