Do you remember

Do you remember

How it used to be?

The smell of warm toast

The noise of a busy cafe

The market hustle

The morning bustle

The way she would look up,

Puzzled

At the sound of her name

Called out by a barista.

Some people would give funny names

I wonder why?

It isn’t really funny.

The smell of the bathroom

When she ran the shower

Almonds and jojoba

(I always wonder if I pronounce it correctly

It reminds me of the irony

In a learning difficulty

Being called dyslexia

Did I spell it correctly?)

The steam an invitation

To join

Soaping up together

Washing was divine

A religious experience.

I was wonderstruck

By the texture of her

Silken skin.

I hope she knew.

We would stay in so long

The water started to cool

Sometimes we would do it

All over again

Before and after love-making

Why not.

Today showering is a chore

Something I need to do

There is no fun in it

I stand on one leg

To test my balance

One day I will fall

They will find me

A shrivelled husk

Death by shower

As cold as a March day

My backside would resemble a prune

Perhaps it already does

Who would know?