hot shower – poetry

hot shower

hands touch opaque glass.

unable to see through,

unable to see you,

see beyond into the future’s view.

missing your touch as the

rush of steam hits my face

and water trickles down

above and past my eyes.

 

my eyes…

blinded by the opaque glass

I stand behind.

 

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