A story.


The slow drip of the tap, 
the quiet tick of the clock,
each little sound reminding her 
of her aloneness.
Of what she has lost.

What she gave up.


Martin H. said...

I can hear that clock, ticking, and adding up all that has slipped away from her.

nancy said...

Ohhhhhhhh. This felt all too familiar. great image. xo