SHOWER

I could cry of
Your lack of Concern.
Wail about
Your Evil Tendency
To
Forget about me.
I am beyond
Sobbing for you
Today
And tomorrow is fresh
And contemplative
The tile in its shower
Is yet to be damped
And tarnished with
The Soap Scum
Your clean conciseness
Spits over on to me.
How Clean your
Smile your
Facade your
Art.
But how tarnished your
Mind your
Thoughts your
Feelings
For me.
You never removed
Thorns
and
Never Contemplated
Cleaning the Shower
You sullied
The Morning You
Outstayed Your
Welcome in Me.