I hear her singing in the shower.
she has sweet voice.
a lyrical way with words as the water
pours upon her.
I see the steam slip out from
under the door.
I stand in the hall and listen.
such sounds I've never heard.
she smiles when she comes out,
soaked, hair wet, a towel
wrapped around her.
gleaming.
she's happy and so am i.
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