Sometimes the cup fills and 
when it overflows, good 
faith & friendship hit 
the ground and slip 
between the cracks of the 
floorboards.

Most times it dries 
up on its own, and we 
carry on filled and 
flowing. 

Other times the spill cracks,
festers and foments 
resentment only the unfeeling 
could ignore. Unmentioned, 
untamed, bitter: it feeds 
on darkness and deflects relieving 
light. 

With time, there 
it seethes, woefully 
unsubdued in minds made 
moldy by the unattended 
mess. 

Through time’s high, 
hellish water, its raging 
tides, one rips open the
floorboards to save 
the many years ahead.
Light fills the cup once
again.