Slippery Tile

Drip goes the splash in the puddle's gash

Alone a drop falls, converging it stalls

Mid-air I see a drop before me

I laugh as it hits, into a pool it sits

Blending again, the droplet's my friend

Liquid glass hole, floating red soul

Aside from form, it's comforting, warm

Until it is dry, I promise I'll cry

Slight of knife can't clean this life

The slippery tile is void of a smile