I am taking a shower and I think of you

Your damp towel hanging next to mine

The cake of soap shaped by both of our hands

The Alexa speaker which you delight

In programming to play Kashmir or Back in Black to annoy me,

(So often that I have grown fond of the songs,

But you’ll never catch me saying it).

My jumble of bottles of salon shampoos and conditioners,

And your almost empty bottles of generic dandruff shampoo.

This, the bathroom of your childhood,

From weedy four-year-old

To gangly teenager

(I’ve seen the pictures).

To passionate young man,

Bringing his best girl home to meet the folks,

And years later when we bought the house I wondered

If it would ever feel like anything but your parent’s place;

And now it feels like ours,

like home.

And I think of how much

I love this bathroom

Because I share it with you.

7/26/2020