Faucet

For the love that I will always feel for you, for the intense feeling that I should bury, for the burning question that will always go unanswered, and for all the tears that I shed for you, in private but will never admit in a million years.

You turned your emotions on and off like a faucet.

Like clock-work.

Eight O’clock on.

Twelve O’clock Off.

I tried to do that.

Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t.

A leaky faucet.

I tried to fix it.

With a Home Depot bought wrench.

And a tube of crazy glue, from the Dollar Store.

I accidentally sealed it, completely.

It no longer leaked.

And was permanently shut off.

So I cried.