Bathed

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)