My dripping tap

My dripping tap.

You are my dripping tap she used to say
The noise in my brain that just won’t go away
Im damn sure I turned you off good and tight
But you still wake me up at night.

You are that old creaking door she said
The toast crumbs that litter my morning bed
Im sure I’ve shook you off before
Now you lie about on the wooden floor.

You are my wonky kitchen table
Spill my coffee, im no longer able
I’ve supported you with wood and glue
But still at breakfast I worry for you.

You have upset me in so many ways
Miserable nights and awful days
I curse the day I fell for you
But I love you still, you know I do.

© Dave Kavanagh @ daithiocaomanaigh.com

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