Down the drain

Sometimes in the shower ideas come to me.
As things begin to crystallize, I scrub harder.
Bursts of energy cross my mind as the water massages my being
and I begin to focus more clearly.
Once in awhile I think of her.
And I begin to work myself into a real lather.
We used to shower together in the good times.
I find myself smiling as I recall those days.
Then I remember the bad times.
As I get out of the shower
memories of her go down the drain
with the rest of the dirt.