She Loves Me

Inside the shower,
..drops of water,
dropping way loser,
to each other,
..on my head..
giving me the comfort,
of thinking, debating, reasoning,
..between this two thoughts,
thoughts of; she loves me,,
,,she loves me not..
And after an hour in the shower,
fifty minutes of thinking
..and ten minutes of bathing,
I ended up on my bed,
still in my towel..
..with a beautiful rose flower,
On my hand, that was for her,
but my fingers controlled by,
..my corrupt thoughts,
was in a motion of plucking,
,a petal to another ..
..with a my mental voices saying,
She loves me .. she loves me not..
Respectively..
,with no rush, time was my was by my side,
Till I go to the last petal..
..and my phone beeped,
....massage from her..
.."hello charming, I miss you,
I will be there in the afternoon,
,see you, I love you,,,"
and I plucked the last petal,
..with my own voice,
.my lips opened to say..
..She loves me..

                      ⓒ2016