Awaiting Your Reply
you were gone when i came home--your clothes neatly folded on the bed waiting to be put away and your light still glaring over the open bottle of hand lotion glaring over the stack of old porno magazines in the corner. your towel still clung morning damp to the bathroom wall and your razor shaving cream toothpaste lay forgotten on the vanity--the water was still warm and sweating post sex drip as it ran over onto the carpet in tiny metallic streams. you had left no note no farewells no see-you-later in the nonchalant red pool of the bathtub.
