I have nothing
faucet steaming on me
wet floor like an endless sea.
thoughts run savagely, in my ears they ring
‘I have nothing left’
(I then blinked)
static sound of water droplets cede
allows for the kind of silence that makes a man mad.
as I’m curled up in a ball, bent spine, paralyzed, bound
rubbing away the ricochet in my ears
shaking, hands on my face to hold away the fear,
I feel, at last, that there is nothing (but one thing) to hold dear
I lie in the tub, still, thinking
of the day we first met, our first kiss on the swing
cold air, hot breath, warm lips