Bath time
I'll take a bath, I just need to relax.
I'll empty my mind, it's been far too taxed.
The warmth of the water, the music, the bubbles.
Try now, I must, to forget all our troubles.
I retreat to a world that's different and new.
Sinking in deeper, I escape thoughts of you.
A short trip it is and now I've arrived.
Soon I begin to feel I'm alive.
One man says, "You're pretty." Another, "You're great!"
"I'll dance with you all, Boys. Take your turn now, Dear ... wait."
A party, a gathering, why it's a soiree!
Now you see it's MY time to play.
How long has it been since I've laughed, felt joy, danced?
When was it last that I was romanced?
It's different here, or so it would seem.
Oh no, WAKE UP! It's only a dream.
I emerge, full of soap, I'm all dripping wet.
I think back to the time, when we two first met.
There in the mirror ... hey, that ain't bad!
Have you grown so tired, of what you have had?
What is it you can no longer see?
These eyes, these legs, these breasts, all still me.
So yes, I did, I asked you for more.
Why did it make you think me a whore?
Just a bit, just a piece, a small part of your life.
I thought it'd be different, I am your wife.
But your answer, oh yes well, then of course.
Instead of trying, you asked for divorce.
Ah, the pills, must count to prepare.
To whom will it matter? Will anyone care?
Yes, it's to hurt you, that much is true.
And soon, you will find me still, cold, dead, and blue.
Doubt you will falter, you will go on.
Won't even think of me after I'm gone.
Well, no more rambling, now I must run.
You will be home soon, and dinner's not done.
Must get ready quickly, can't take the chance.
Hurry, finish, think not of the dance.
Back to my world, so lonely, so bleak.
Sure I can wait ... I'll hang on one more week.
~Dee Try