Clogged Drain
It's been years now.
I hope you find peace.
It's harder than it looks.
Want to feel the pain of your hail storm.
Want to know the feeling of your worn sheets.
Want to let go, wanna find something I’ve been missing.
Want to get lost with you again, but I can’t find the way.
You say you don’t wanna die alone.
Is that the reason you’re still holding on to me?
To me.
Holding on.
To me.
And me...
Holding on,
To nothing.
Maybe I just want to tell you...
Feelings tied combing through your hair that’s clogging
the drain in our bathroom.
And what about now?
In these moments of doubt.
With valentines receipts printed out for someone else.
To me.
Holding on.
To me.
And me...
Holding on,
To nothing.
© S.C. Steele– 2020
