Drops of soap

It’s funny how You go away

and i become achy and

weak.

Self care becoming more important

to keep myself moving, up out of bed.

It’s interesting, really

tired and dropping

clumsily knocking the bottles off the shelf

in the shower

and i’ve spilled Your soap

and all the neediness

and the memories

and the closeness

rushes back

and i am frozen under the jet of water

simply breathing it in.

Breathing You in.

Missing You.

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