More of a dash than a splash
Of hot, pungent urine.
Yellow from an apparent
Lack of hydration. A lack of
Fluids.
And on my slipper of all places!
My old brown vegan slippers.
Yes. Vegan.
Because somebody cared so much
And I, perhaps, too little.
And all of this because I find myself
Distracted by the thought of you.
By the thought of what you would say
If you were here.
Not ‘here’ here mind.
But perhaps in the next room,
Playfully deriding me for my
Inability to close doors,
Lounging on the sofa
Draped in my soft grey blanket.
Maybe,
Pushing your hair back
Over your ear
And looking up
As I enter
The room.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 