Poetry ~ The Slow Drip

Drip, drip, drip, came your words
hurled forward in time to disturb 
you left us all those months ago
but preloaded your words to explode
shattering the senses of those left behind
who no longer wondered what had been on your mind
clever, witty and riddled with rhyme
your words haunted and taunted well past your time
And your last post, so reassuring, “don’t worry I’ll be fine.”