Sighrup

Sticky between my fingers

Slow and flowing

Avoidable

Dripping like molasses 

Until the last second

Where it falls like lightning

Staining whatever surface 

Has the unpleasantness of receiving its drip

The long slow strain

Of a love so sweet

Falling away

Dropping off

In an instant

In a blink

Before falling 

And trickling

And ending

In a

Splash