Dripping taps and
Dripping honey
Have not a lot in common
But that they both are memories
Of you
The tap
Is like your incessant presence
Unignorable
Persistent
And noticeable if ever absent
The honey
Is like your person-feel
You are sweet
But sticky
And you go well with tea.
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