This is

getting to be quite a problem, I should,

call for help or

try to move but

I can’t. So I am

just sitting

in the shower

and at least

it is still warm.

 

Do not think

this was sudden illness (cardiac or otherwise),

I was just

taken by surprise

by a hand pressing in

on the shower curtain

from the outside

which I matched— a flawless match—

with mine. It was

you, though

I couldn’t quite

make-out your face—

But when I went

to whip back the curtain

to greet you with this

naked, wet-armed embrace— you—

were not there.