Father

Preffering to be alone, she would
lock herself in the bathroom and
stand in front of the small mirror
beneath the wall heater, which
she let blow hot, warming
the frozen coldness of the tiles

Slowly, undressing herself in that
close light, with imaginary miles
between her and him, she
was almost comforted by
her own hands caressing herself,
imagining they were his.

Palms on the wall, face flat against
it too, she tried to force out the
tears that blocked the way to
happy relief. But if no pain seeks
to leak - what can you do?

Preffering to be alone, she would
lock herself in the bathroom
each time hoping it might
bring him back to her.