Common Chemistry

Droning hum of the coffee machine
In the soft chill of the morning
Hear the drip
Drip
Drip
Of a job well done

Stalking those comforting halls
Crude drawings pressure you of days gone
Echoes the clack
Clack
Clack
A reminder of the silence

Walking with an iron weight
Again in your old haunts
Tongue the tsk
Tsk
Tsk
Wondering what you ever expected

Dialing tone of a Motorola
Thought you’d at least tell her
Hear the beep
Beep
Beep
An apology as fleeting as the wind

A last minute decision
One you couldn't regret
Fight the throb
throb
throb
A desperate attempt to cry

Small clack of metal meeting metal
In the humid air of the night
Hear the drip
Drip
Drip
Of a job well done.

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