a bath of rose petals.

they were indeed, beautiful,

the roses you sent.

such a shame,

for each petal, maliciously torn off,

thrown into the blistering hot water,

to be sacrificed for my own self-indulgent.

skin moist,

as i stepped into the bubbling water.

deeper and deeper i let it swallow me,

'till my face was completely enveloped in the warm womb.

the bubbles rising above me,

the petals blurry from this view.

how i thought to myself,

"when did i let it get so unbearable?"

each petal reminded me of the many hours i spent in your presence.

the days we cried.

                      hugged.

                            laughed.

i began to count the petals above me,

lulling myself to sleep,

as if i were a child -

laying in my parent's bed unable to fall into deep, magical, childhood slumber.

counting sheep until i slowly drifted away.

and as it did so back then,

it did so now,

as i pictured your delicate face,

and drowned in a bath of rose petals.