She stood still
beneath the steady stream of hot water
inhaling the particles of rising steam
in long, deep breaths.
She cupped her hands,
catching the water in a pool
of tight flesh
a losing game she liked to play.
However close she kept her fingers,
the level of liquid would always drop
elusive, impossible.
Just like you, my love —
no amount of holding can keep you
and yet,
I try, I try, I try.
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