In the shower the droplets feel extra warm, a poem

My breath sharp against the dark of the early morning

Jolting up, my hands searching where you once lay


You’re gone.


I’m fine. I’m fine.


In the shower the droplets feel extra warm

they spill from my eyes until im screaming

soap in my hands

My hair. My body.

Darling please be fine i cry

Darling please.


Holding myself tight

you’re alright.

you’re alright now.

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