Shower Thoughts

As i stand here ,
Surrounded by tiled walls,
below my once heavenly shower head,
With a curtain of white all around.
And press the glowing blue button,
The water falls.

As the vapours that have not yet formed pearls and slid their way down the window panes
rise up around me,
I am surrounded by nothing but you.

The mist that is now cloaking the shampoo and toothbrushes across the room,
and making the brush i dropped earlier nearly invisible on my bathroom floor,
Takes me back.
Takes me back to when it was the steamy backdrop to our romantic pairing.
When it was a passionate cloud enveloping us,
as we shared heat and water,
underneath the cascading jewels which fell with a dim shine in our purest of fog.

Oh you, who would stand beside me in the smallest of spaces,
with nothing to bare
but seemingly everything to share.

i cast my blurry vision to the now solitary, empty shelf,
where your scented conditioner would sit.
the one no matter how hard you tried to persuade,
i would not rub into my rugged hair,
because no matter how alluring it may have been on you,
the sweet smell of kiwi and passion fruit,
wasn't exactly the most masculine of scents for me to wear.

As i stand here,
and think of,
the broken pavements,
the kerbs,
the skies,
And how everything seemed so much more beautiful,
reflected in your eyes.
The times i took for granted,
when i never spent a second considering the void you would leave.
The summers as the ice cream trucks would come singing their tuneful songs around the streets.
and as we would approach as the kids ran before us with their change to its side,
You would always have that smile that nothing i know, could hide.

As i stand here,
amidst a fog of memories,
as the droplets fall across me.
i stand wishing, hoping,
that maybe the next time you stood in your little pristine cubicle,
between the once dreamy cloak of vapour
under your own shower head.
That maybe as the taps glint across your tiled floor,
and the pearls form and fall down your glass walls.
That maybe as the water falls like the spray of the sea,
That maybe,
Just,
maybe...
You'll think of me.