Sliding into the bath
Consumed by thoughts of him,
A finger, slowly tracing his initial
upon the steamed tiled wall.
D...
Heart sinking.
She rubs it out with a delicate touch,
as her soul stirs with want for him.
Stepping out, naked, walking away,
She glances back briefly to see if it is still there,
Tatooed upon the bathroom tile
Ever present & lingering...
Like he is
in her heart.