the overflow.

feelings left unattended
fall like leaky faucets
drip,
drip,
dripping
until you come home
and find your heart
overflowing with
weeks,
weeks,
weekends
of wasting time,
soaking in the shadows.

you can spend
your whole life
watch,
watch
watching
memories float by mirrors
or you can
turn off the waterfall by
tight,
tight,
tightening
the grip on madness,
cleaning up the mess.