I climb into the bath
In the hotel room we once shared
As the fog clouds the mirror and gathers on the glass door
I drag my finger down, catching drops of dew
The water, as usual, never gets hot enough
It reminds me of you—
How we both wanted the water to scorch our skin
How we laughed when we realized
We’d been turning the temperature down out of concern for the other
I wish I couldn’t see my blurry reflection in the glass
Next to the weary heart in the top left corner I drew
I wish my eyes could grow shutters instead of revealing my past
But that’s just the way a heart speaks its truth
And then I notice there are others
Appearing one by one, newest to old
My heart isn’t the only one on the glass
How many others have felt like me before?
At least I’m not so alone now—
All our foggy hearts can be friends
And the water will wash them away
Until steam fills up the room again
The next night, and the next night, and the next night
So I’ll draw a foggy heart Instead of a weary one
And hope it finds love again
