We bathed together
last summer,
calves touching thighs
and fingers touching fingers
as we splashed water
upon one another’s faces,
and when I bathed tonight,
alone except for a few shampoo bubbles,
I felt your fingers on my skin,
caressing my palms
and curve of my neck
and I opened my eyes
only to see the wall
instead of you.

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