A Bubble Here, A Bubble There... No One But You...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a more lovey type poem, but what I write does not mean it has to have a reason.
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Submitted: March 03, 2008

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…A Bubble Here, A Bubble There…
…No One but You…
 
The gentle rays beam onto my face, awaking me from my sleep. I open my eyes, not wanting to wake up from the dream I was having. I sigh and just stay in bed for a bit. The birds chirped outside, the whole house was quiet. I decided I have to get up, so I sit up on my bed, stretching and yawning a bit. I slip my slippers on and start to make my way out of my room, dodging the random clothes on the ground. I walk out into the kitchen, shivering from the cold chill running through the house. It seems as though it will be a good day, no one around to bother me, all is quite and tranquil.
I turn on some music just to make my morning even better. I draw up a nice hot bath to relax in. I make sure that it is a perfect temperature, pouring some bubble bath soap into the running water. I light a couple candles, keep the music on and turn the lights off. I slip my oversized tee-shirt and my slippers off and slid into the bath, sinking in low. I listened to the soft hymn the bubbles were singing in chorus of the music playing softly in the background. I turn the water off, just relaxing, thinking about him…
I try to get him out of my mind, but I cannot seem to… I remember all the times we spent cuddling, all the times we spent laughing together… Tears start to roll down my cheeks, unable to stay where they should. I start to sob a bit, quietly, not able to control myself. I wipe my tears, trying to calm myself down, trying to stop thinking about him… His image keeps reappearing, a smile on his face and love showing in his eyes. I cry more, wondering why I do not have him near me anymore… I cry without trying to let up, hiding my face from anything that might be able to see me.
A bubble here and a bubble there… It pops near my head, loud enough for me to hear it. I look up and touch the bubbles still in the bath water gently, letting them caress my fingertips.
“A bubble here, a bubble there… No one but you…”
 


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