I still think of you in the shower
Though I've changed my brand of shampoo.
Memories of you reflecting in the suds
Have taken on a different hue.
You look kind and gentle and
Well you never looked anything other.
But, you also seem happy, at peace
Possibly because you are free of me.
Maybe I am better off too, I decide
As the weight of you exits the drain.
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