Ten to fifteen minutes of no worries, singing along to that crazy music with the vocals way out of my range not caring who walks into those extremely mediocre facilities we call our restrooms.
Rinsing off the sweat caused by playing disc, the stress caused by studying shit, the smell caused by smoking spliffs, the thoughts caused by thinking this.
I let the water run down like your hand gently rubbing my back. It flows like the blood in my arteries, as if it’s a part of me. Nothing needs to be said; the rawness of being naked. Without clothes, thoughts are revealed with so much ease.
That first step without you, out of the steamy comfort of your presence into the same cold, mediocre, tiled bathroom floor trapped like before behind the bathroom door. I wipe the remnants of our time together forced to weather the outside world again. Sweating the small stuff, stressing the large, smelling the doubt, thoughts in charge.
It’s back to square one. Except through the next day pending I vaguely remember the last one’s ending, and that’s all I want to go back to. I may stumble and fall, I will stumble and fall, but when I do, I do it all knowing at the end of the day I will always have something to look forward to. I may be dirty with doubt and fear, but I’m just glad to have you here.
Tonight having you would be nice, but I suppose a shower would suffice.