I forget it all for a while-
until I get in the shower and feel the sting.
Little vibrations move along my hips, like a lover's hands around my waist.
I ease into the embrace, feeling the warmth of the only consistent in my life.
Everything else is a moving blur.

Water mixes with rain, from the morning's drive and when I pull over,
I realize that it was never rain, but my own tears,
and the tears I thought were rain turn into trails that twist and turn down my cheeks trying to find their way back to you.

And so I try walking down one,
but I stumble and fall,
and I would think to be lost in the forest
if it wasn't for that self inflicted stinging pulling me back to my shower turning cold.