The Fate of a One-Man Shower

[xluckiestx]

the willow tree is the first
to grow leaves in spring time.
she extends her flowing vines
to meet the freshly thawed ground,
ready for the sun to shine.

leafing through my yellow scrapbook,
i come to the void
in my life that is you.
i remember the time
i boarded the train
for four-and-a-half hours
to meet you at the station,
to jump into your arms
and pretend
that we still had
everything from before you lived
three hundred miles away.

six days long -
the longest time spent with you.
i knew that week would be a
happy one.
singing each morning,
we bathed together,
sharing the most intimate
moments I could imagine.
“gaze with me as the
stars shine.” and they did
for us.

six long days -
the last time spent with you.
i knew that we could pretend
no more.
This was the end.
this morning without song.
this cold shower where my tears
get lost in the falling water
until i can’t tell if
i am still crying.
“gaze with me,” i beg you.
but the moon rattles
and something is wrong.

the weeping willow tree is the last
to surrender her leaves to winter’s icy grasp.
that tree is me.
and no matter how you look at it,
she looses her leaves;
it’s not meant to be:
a dorm room shower is not
made for two.
Not made for you.