Soap

May 15, 2014

I thought of you while in the shower

And I thought of how nice it'd be

If you and I were finally together,

In this so called reality.

I thought about your things among my things

Along the bathtub's edge.

I imagined myself running out of soap

And using yours instead.

I then imagined wearing you to the store, to the gym, and even to work,

And every time I took a deep breath

My face would turn into a joyful smirk.

Because with every breath I took,

I smelled the scent of you

As if you were always right there with me,

Just like an old tattoo.

I then imagined that night laying down with you,

Smelling the back of your neck,

And finally figuring out where all my soap had gone to.

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