Eventually

Very rarely

And in the quiet of a bathtub

I’ll feel my head get clear

Is there something about being so hot and wet that steams it out of me?

I‘ll sit there, shampoo in my hair

Listen to the knocking pipes

And the track that plays skips, stops, suddenly.

Oh

Sometimes when I don't want it

I'll stop thinking of you and get to me

Something therapy cant do

It's something that doesn't undo.

Eventually the track that plays skips, stops, suddenly

I’ll look up (I always do)

And thank whoever stopped that thought

And for that moment I'm not “Getting over you”.

One time of another I'll see my skin, myself, my hands

I'm back for a moment, and in that moment

I can only hope for longer, hope I prune.

I've not grown much older, though it's seemed like a decade

You can't see you all over my face

(I could've sworn they could)

I save myself in an instant.

Little truth baths

Something about the water I guess where I can hear myself breathe in and out

A whole person that doesn't exist to survive you.