Door

The door is bulk heavy

That I remember

And egg timer is ticking the amount of seconds I have in the shower

Father refuses to overuse heated water

Unless for his own uses

I write messages on steamy shower window

Of the ones I love and wipe it away

I liked writing with my finger on glass

The feeling of wiping it away also made me feel as though I was clearing my head

Now we live with devices that depends on the tips of our fingers…

(Memory of 14 yr old)

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