the drain is open
and it is all
slipping away.
my shower door
is open
and he’s made
French toast for
breakfast.
“come on baby, it’s
going to get cold”
the steam fogs
his glasses
but his
blues
see me clearly.
I told you,
I told you..
it was too late.
– sheila c.
sheila sea 
Beautiful one with carefully chose words. Loved it.
– UmaDevu
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Beautiful, yet sad. Thank you for following my blog.
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Happy to follow. Thank you as well. 🙂
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