Cold Shower Poem by Gary Scott Gebert

In slow motion the drops appear,
coldly beating upon this worn façade.
Wearing away the last of all I am,
numbing me for all eternity.

A deepened muffled sound,
resonates inside my aching head.
Each minuscule chilling dropp falling,
at a tempo to drive one mad.

I watch as each watery bomb,
explodes upon this damaged body.
Then slithers down till it has done all it can,
to awaken my soul from this emotional sleep.

Without passion I realize with blank stare,
a combination of water and unfamiliar tears.
Falling together, melding as one,
until it impossible to recognize their individuality.

As each tick of our anniversary clock passes away,
so does our memory of time together.
In wonder I am on how we drifted so far apart,
never truly knowing each other.

Never understanding why you left, my darling,
leaving me broken and now wet.
Standing here under this cold lonely shower,
believing it was all my fault.