The water recedes
Slips down the creases of my body
To touch the porcelain tub
And circles down the drain.
There I sit.
Now encompassed in cold air
I stay in this emptiness for a moment
To revel in the longing for warmth.
The briefness of those moments left me breathless.
The warmth held a spark that had no time to burn.
The comfort in that instance left me wanting more.
And all I wanted was one more second, until we were old.
(pictured: a wave crashing on a rocky beach with hills and a grey sky in the background)