Chicana Writer

Words from an Insomniac still trying to find her way

A Shower, a Song, and We

He thinks I never listen
His voice in the shower
No matter what song
He is singing,

I am soothed
I am comforted
That he is still alive
Still able to feel.

His voice is
Strong, deep
And secure
And I fall in love again.

He doesn’t know
But I love that moment
When he is immersed
In himself,

His “alone” time
Becomes my time
And he sings
Describing my life.

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5 thoughts on “A Shower, a Song, and We

  1. wonderfully written, makes me feel the love! :)

  2. this is an amazing piece =]

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