love #14: away

You laugh at
my reckless winter sudsing
and remind me
how long you’ve been gone.
Your half-empty shampoo
offers solace to mine.

Warm and familiar
steam curls up next to the mirror.
A ghost reflection
flicks and twists—
shower curtain
bare arm.

I fall with the water
muscles slack, slinked with hair
slip down the drain and away.