Confinement and Comfort

Curled up in a tub that’s grown cold,

i catch a glimpse of the past’s embrace,

a porcelain rim, chipped and bold,

where warmth lingered, a familiar space.

Thoughts swirl like water draining slow,

memories float, then fade from view,

time unspools, letting go,

questioning everything, lost in rue.

Here in the silence, I search for grace,

wrapped in moments too tender to touch,

a fleeting warmth in this confined space,

while shadows whisper, I feel too much.