Choices

I sit on the floor of my shower, naked.
Crying. Conditioner running down my face.
I’m grieving. I lost — I can’t get your face
Out of my mind. Not because we dated.
But because you sat next to me and waited.
Our skins turning darker under the sun’s grace
And your delicate hands played, in place,
Through your curly black hair.
My eyes focus in on the orange stain
On the plastic white curtain.
I stand and allow the water, like rain,
To wash away the chemicals uncertain
But resolved once more to move on
My life waits outside the other one… gone.

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