Reflection

Sitting in the corner of the tile shower,

knees to chest

arms embrace knees

She cries because she simply can’t hold it in another moment.

She cries because she simply can’t smile another time; not without him.

Her hair clings to her, strangles her.

The scolding water makes thick steam and the thick steam makes each breath, each heave, heavy;

if heavier than the regret and sadness already in her chest.

She stands and the blurry mirror reflects her,

truly. 

You’re the only one who knows and as the fog clears, there she was

there I was 

naked.