I watch the raindrops drip down the side of the window.

With every drop one behind it ready to take its spot. 

As if the raindrops are put there just to be evaporated,

and brought back on my window. As if 

to show that they can escape... but I can never leave. 

I'm trapped within this house, 

Just listening and watching the drops fall over and over. 

I'm glued to the floorboards in this mirror maze 

of a house. All I can do is look out into the lake which 

kayakers pass smiling and laughing with their loved ones. 

And yet the drops come back as if to tease me, that they can 

escape, but I am here, stuck, forever.  

I just wish the drops would stop.

I just wish I could go back to the way it was. 

When I would go on runs with my mom 

and take my dogs to the park. But yet, 

those same drops will come back to remind me 

of the night of the accident 

of the night I saw my family at the hospital 

of the night I had to say goodbye. 

Those same drops were the reason

My dad didn’t see the car that hit us from the side

Taking away everything I loved away from me. 

Drip. drip. drip. and the drops are back. As a remembrance.