Why The Faucet Keeps Dripping

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This is my favourite poem to read out loud! I loved writing this, and I just love the elements and events that occurred within the story! It's very long, but much of it is reminiscent of things in my life!

Submitted: February 23, 2014

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In an old notebook I found a note
From Paxton Wildner, in blue ink,
Saying that she hated me.
That same day I let my dog outside
So she could bark at the neighbours,
And that was a good thing to do,
Because it helped me forget
About the loose faucet in the bathroom
Drip drip dripping all the time.

In the bottom of my pocket I found
A paper clip that was supposed to hold
Together my last paper for Mr. Adams’ class,
But I ended up receiving a deducted grade
And an unpleasant remark, shamefully taken.
That same week I painted a picture
That resembled a girl I only ever saw once,
And then I found a broken floorboard in my closet
To hide it in
And I called it my lost treasure.
That same night I went to sleep
To the punctual rhythm of the bathroom faucet
Drip drip dripping all throughout the night.

Out on a windowsill I found another note
From Amy Phillips, in smeared red ink,
Asking me if I loved her.
That same morning I found a pencil
And wrote “no”
As kindly as I could,
Because I do not like hurting people’s feelings,
And I shut the window,
Even though the wind blew the note away.
Consequently, that same day I received a call at midnight
Saying my dad ran away from the home again,
Yelling out that he was late for his son’s graduation,
But that hadn’t even happened yet,
And eventually I went to sleep
For only a few hours more,
Because of the bathroom faucet
Drip drip dripping annoyingly.

One day I heard a rumour
That Robbie broke his arm,
But he wouldn’t tell us why when he came to school,
Because we all knew why anyway,
That his parents hit him too hard,
But he was always happy to say
That he always prevented his sister from getting the same.
That same day Robbie asked me if he could spend the night,
And I said yes.
That same night we listened to Stephen Stills
Singing, “We Are Not Helpless”,
And we sang along too,
But went to bed irritated
By the bathroom faucet
Drip drip dripping like a bad song.

The day of graduation I saw
Robbie’s parents each sitting
At opposite ends of the gymnasium,
And I also saw my shoes crinkle
As my name was called.
And though I looked to the spot,
I knew that my dad wouldn’t be there,
But instead an empty seat, openly metallic.
And that night I was too afraid
To flip my tassel,
And instead I slipped off my watch
And left it where I stood.
That same night my neighbour’s cat ran away,
And I was the only one that didn’t go to the party
After the graduation ceremony,
Because I was too tired
To want to wake up in a stranger’s yard
And not hear the bathroom faucet
Drip drip dripping as I would wake up in the morning.

One time I knew that the glass skylight in my room
Was only a trick,
And that in the winter
I couldn’t even see out of it because of the snow.
There was a time then
That all my neighbours moved away
And new families settled in,
Though I never met any of them,
But I knew all their children
Had long hair in the summers.
Those were the humid, sleepless nights
When I heard Robbie was in the hospital,
And Mr. Adams was retiring,
And ‘Til Tuesday released their last album,
And I was sad,
Because the maple tree outside my window
Really was dying,
And it was too humid out
For me to think about the bathroom faucet
Drip drip dripping endlessly.

I remember when the home called me,
Telling me my dad was in the hospital,
And when I got there
The nurse told me my dad was saying to her
How amazing my graduation went, and when I got onstage,
Even though he wasn’t there.
That was the day when the doctors wouldn’t let me in,
Nor did they ever, until they took him away,
And I went home empty-handed.
That was the year Olivia went to college,
And Robbie left for Vermont,
Because his grandparents lived there,
And he took his sister with him
And she didn’t question why the whole trip there.
That was the month the girl
I had only ever seen once
Bought the house down the road
And came to meet all her new neighbours,
And I offered her tea when she came to my door,
And she accepted gratefully.
That was the day I read her a story I wrote,
And I told her why I lived alone,
And why my dad used to be so messed up,
And she was both happy and sad,
So she let me help her move in,
Because I wanted to be nicer than I needed.
That was the night I had another attack,
But I didn’t mind,
Because I fell asleep
Without having to pay attention to the bathroom faucet
Drip drip dripping without a cause.

In a brand new box,
The girl down the road
Bought me new dress shoes
Because my old ones were split in the toes,
And I wore them everyday,
And she was very glad I did.
Those turned into the years
That all the new bands weren’t as great
And the style wasn’t as artistic,
And I asked the girl down the road a question one day,
And she answered yes
And we moved all her things into my house.
That following year Robbie came back
For the class reunion,
And his sister was in high school,
And Mr. Adams came to say
That my last paper was actually my best,
And Paxton Wildner got drunk that night
And no one wanted to take her home.
That was the day my dog got very sick
And she had to stay inside most of the day
Because I knew she was getting old.
That was the night I didn’t sleep,
Because I watched and held my dog
As she faded of life,
And the only sound that night was the bathroom faucet
Drip drip dripping as if it were crying with me.

I remember cleaning out my closet,
And under a loose floorboard
I found my lost treasure,
The painting I made
Of the girl who used to live down the road,
And so I gave it to her,
And she put it in a frame
That I see every morning now.
That was the month uncle Tracey
Called me, asking to go fishing,
And during that time the park was closed down,
And there was a restaurant built there
That wasn’t even that exceptional.
And in the fall I watched
The branches of the dead maple tree outside sway,
And the girl who used to live down the road
Lost her ring on accident,
So I bought her one almost the same,
Because the jeweler said there were no more of that particular kind,
But she loved it anyway.
That was the day I read the newspaper
Under the growing dusk,
And the girl who used to live down the road
Went to sleep gracefully, without a sound,
And I tried to be as quiet as possible
Since I was up till midnight,
Because I finally decided to change
The fixture of the bathroom faucet,
Drip drip dripping, now in someone else’s house.

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