The door is locked
Silence masked by the sound of running water
My vision blurred by the humid steam
And my mind clouded by the heaviest thoughts
Aching in anticipation
The three red lines of sorrow
Minutes felt like hours
The smell of wet steel rushed to my nostrils
Feelings battled logic overcame by reasons
Tears blended in the shower of water drops
My hands steadied
The three red lines of pain
My senses were sharpened
The gravity of the world seemingly disappeared
Heavy weight in my heart was moved to my left forearm
I am now a step closer to understanding your pain
It was not for sorrow
It was for love
The three red lines of love
