Thoughts in the bathroom

Sometimes the only thing that will get rid of our pain is time. Waiting is the hard part.

Locking my thoughts behind the bathroom door
To let them echo off the walls—
It’s just another day waiting for a phone call.

Shaking with emotion,
Convulsing with the pain of another day wondering.
Wondering.
Will he come back?

My soar throat says no.
My mind finds a way to disagree.
It could happen.
It could happen!

Could it?

The thought bounces away unanswered.
And another thousand flood into my mind
Until I can’t take it.
My mind is a discombobulated mess
Of fantasies and realities
Of words and tone
Of actions and promises.

It’s just another day.
Waiting for time to steal another thought from my head
To lift a little weight off my shoulders
Until I can stand tall again.
Until I can see clearly again.
Until I can think again.
Again?
Was there a before?