Poetry Challenge Day 18: Message

*Decided to step out of the box on this one and write a horror / suspense like poem... 
in the sense of a poem like "My Last Duchess" by Robert Browning. 
Each line is nine syllables.

Miss You

Thirteen days, six hours and five minutes

since she was taken from his strong arms.

Today was the second shower he had

taken in that time. The flowers on

the counter now turning black. Petals

wilted, aroma of the death they 

were meant to console. Pieces of the

cards he tore apart mixed with the mess.

Funny how nobody called anymore.

The bathroom filled with steam, the towel

wrapped around a waist she would place her

hands on when she would surprise hug him

in the kitchen as he washed dishes.

His heart felt empty, weak, as if it

no longer wanted to beat any

type of rhythm. He held onto the 

sink, head down. Tears filling the basin.

He looked up to see if the mirror was

clear of the steam. He felt his heart race

as the words “Miss you” appeared on the

glass. The rhythm in his chest almost

broke him. He placed his left hand, ring still

there, next to the two words. He felt her 

fingers enclose his. Nobody called.