Faucet

Faucet
Drip, Drip, Drip
Water trickles from the faucet
A steady leak from my soul

Tears of heartache,
Long ago dried
The salty streams,
Now a barren bed
Weaving through the ground,
Echoing the sound

Of the whispers in my heart,
Longing for a fresh start
Praying for forgiveness
Hoping for Love
A cure for my loneliness,
This thing called friendliness,
Shattering the emptiness.

Filling the well
Nourishing the ground
Allowing new life
To flourish
As sad goodbyes
Perish