Right now she's one hour's
Drive south of where I
Miss her from.

Stepping out of the shower
Just about now, perhaps
Catching my scent

On her towel and cursing
Me through a wet smile for
Always grabbing the first one

I see. She'll look in the mirror
And remember that time I
Walked in and stood behind

Her, brushing strands of black
Away from the back of her
Neck; making room for my

Mouth to render it nearly
Impossible to dry herself with
Eyes narrowing; closing, her

Towel already wet from the
Shower I had taken
Earlier.