I try to wash
the longing off
my skin
I  scrub
myself raw
I sit in the shower
I let the water run
down my face
Until I can barely
breathe
I give my watering eyes a break
I let the shower cry for me
The lack of breath
gives me comfort
I can stop
breathing in
the glass shards
of your memory
I can stop
breathing in
the lead
your void
provides me