I peered through the window
And watched her below
She sat on the floor of the shower
Not aware of the hour
On this night
She was drained of light
I always thought she was brighter than any sun
But she was shot by her own gun
By her own love
Which was suffocating her like a black glove
The shower is her happy place
But tonight she feels a waste of space
She pulls her legs closer and I see her face twist
Into something very far from bliss
I try to figure out which drops of water are salty ones
I knew they were bound to come
I thought about every kiss we shared in that room
And was confused at how quickly things turned to gloom
I started to back away
Knowing that this was our last day
I whispered that I loved her
She looked up as if she heard.
Poem by Korney Jennings
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