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Sitting in
the empty bathtub
it’s easy to sympathize with
the water
that’s just gone down the drain.

It seems to scream,
as it pulls away from my form:
“Purpose fulfilled! No longer needed!
Let go!”

Hearing its very last s-l-g-l-uuu-rrr-p
Sure now there is none remaining,
allows freedom for
void
tears to flow
out of me.

As the water
dries off my skin
and drips from my hair
I sit,
head cradled between
trembling my hands,
and wonder how its
gotten to be this bad.
I’m sympathizing with
molecules.