I am drained,
no more can I say.
I’m like a lemon squeezed, for the sake of lemonade,
sold for 25 cents by the little girls on the corner.
I’m the last drop of milk,
drunk from the carton, and a satisfied wipe
across the lip with the back of the hand.
I’ve been wrung out,
soapy water gushing from a towel,
letting all my emotions
fly into the sink, down the drain.
Nothing more that bathtub water swirling, emptying itself,
flowing to the ocean.
That’s where you’ll find me now,
floating on the waves.
I’m the foam,
so white and pure,
made of nothing.
Come find me,
if you can,
out there on the green waters.
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Submission Name: Give A Quarter If You Will
