I’m sitting in the bathroom (again)
Is this where I go to hide now?
I guess.
I’m here, hiding
Aren’t I?
I’ve just arrived
It’s the first night, and I
Was so excited to go
And finally be downstairs
Wasn’t I?
But here I am, once again
Hiding in a ******* bathroom
Clinging to a pillow
Wishing it could cling back
Shouldn’t I?
Be downstairs? Yeah, probably
I was so **** ready
Eager, to be here
I’ve been here twice already
Haven’t I?
In theory, yes, my body
Has been, physically, in this space
But, so was someone else’s
The first time, he was here
Can’t I?
Move on from then and be here, now
Yeah, definitely
Hopefully
But then I realize
Won’t I?
Think of the second time
He was here, not physically
But, in spirit, fictionally
He was gone yet present
And I?
I am here now, for the third time
But he’s not here
Physically, fictionally - presently
Only in my mind
Will I?
Learn how to love these moments
With you no longer in mind
Pillows and sheets that cling back
Now just memories _
I -
I’ll ask them all downstairs
But tonight,
I’ll stay in this bathroom - it’s nice
Towels, right next to me
So many of them
Thrice, I’m thankful
Goodnight.
