Sharing Space.

Water running in the tub
He must have turned it on
Mazzy Star playing distantly
I look down where black spawns

On my hands
On my thighs
Eating my torso
Covering my eyes

If this is his sorry for not being there today
It is a nice one
The first tear appears on my face

Finally
After holding a sister
Watching a mother
A family break
... I felt I couldn't break

He stepped out from the shadows
A cautious approach
But my knees were getting weak
I finally broke

I don't like to be held
Cause if I am... please don't let go
He knows
Carries me to my escape made of steam and smoke.