Shower-head in front of me
curtains to the left of me,
too sad to let
the warm drops
of man-made raindrops leave
warm sensations
on my heart,
so I turn to face the right of me.
I close my eyes and cry for a bit,
feeling left alone
to face all this bullshit.
I open my eyes in a brief paused, naturally, chemically induced relief,
and through the tears that flow
I see condensation on the window,
and one drop slowly flowing down,
as if the window
was crying with me.
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