notes on a bathroom mirror

You leave me notes on the mirror:
Scrawled messages hurried through steam.
Smeared and dripping with sweet soap scent;
You were rushing out, it seems.

‘I love you’ weaves with a flourish,
Fading as the mirror clears.
My reflection stares back, dappled
Through the damp and steamy smears.

The wet air hangs humid, cloudy;
Rising heavy from the bath.
Post-it notes curl their toes on the
Corner of the frosty glass:

‘Can you pick up my brown suit, it’s
At the cleaners down the road’.
Walls are slick with condensation;
Bath-tub glugs its watery load.

‘Be home a little late tonight’;
Looped ‘l’s’ twirl with leggy grace.
Someday I’ll get up in time for
You to say it to my face.