Water rolls down my back, reminding me of feathers on a goose, and a down blanket we once shared. And this reminds me of your love. The tears fall from my eyes, blurring all I see. I don’t know what is real, or where I am, so I stretch out my hand, and nothing is there, but the walls of the shower stall, as water rolls down my back.
k.a.Stryker © June 11, 2001
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