drain

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. 

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