The Last Dance of An Icicle

An aspiring stalactite was all you could call him

that's all he ever wanted to be

with only one sound worth anything

until his nemesis was on the horizon

brightening

making everyone else's day better

They would forget him there

by the gutter

and he would slip away

drip

drip drip

drip drip drip

drip

until there was almost nothing of him left---

and the way he would peer through the window at them

opening their gifts and giving hugs that he would never get---

drip drip drip drip

and he was nothing more than a memory of that holiday

and the backdrop they would see out of the corner of their eye

---slip