The water wasn’t running;
the tub was empty.
I stood up
turned the lights on
sat down
stood up and turned the
lights back off.
This cycle continued.
until sunlight broke through a tiny window.
After night ended and the day had begun
I was still naked in the empty tiny naked bathtub.
I decided to get up, get your pictures
and gathered your pictures from frames, wallets
and a scrapbook you made
entitled "An Adventure Book."
I brought them with me, into my tiny naked bathtub.
I burnt them all there
in my tiny naked bathtub.
My soul returned to me and I finally slept,
on the ashes of your pictures,
I slept
alone in my tiny naked bathtub.
Author Bio:
Cameron Auldridge is a young 18-year-old poet from Colorado who's excited to share his work.