When At The Shower

These are the times I hate. When I remember I need to tell her Something very urgent If not told this moment Might never be said But at that hour I’m at the shower And my holler can’t breach To be in her ear’s reach! It’s still less fun When they come Not just one But three four five Ready to be told ripe But in that goddamned hour I’m right at the shower Needing immediately to tell her What I might not again remember! Not one from the to be said I can save See them washed out to watery grave No mind hammering could ever retrieve Their loss that I'm left to bereave! There’s no second chance for all of them Terribly important but dying unnamed With the toweled wetness they too evaporate My thoughts at the shower at that hour I hate!