We shall remember

You don’t have to say anything. Anything at all. Just slip out of your shoes.
The water is still warm. You know, I tried to remember the last time we had
a bath together. Perhaps you might recall it, although does it really matter?
Sometimes I wonder if there is anything more to protect beyond that lost
memory we once claimed as our own.

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