Soliloquy

My silken-tiled bathroom reeks of Dettol
and the aftertaste of a connection gone wrong
along with the numerous bottles of shampoo
that I now have no use for,
What my silken-tiled bathroom also smells of
is the lingering sweetness of your enigmatic smile.
It has no soul of its own- the bathroom I mean,
not your smile
but it knows just enough to abandon lost ties
and forge new ones which could perhaps last
an eternity;
What my silken-tiled bathroom now remembers
is the kiss you gave it in its most intimate moments
it feels embarrassed to share this kind of a memory
with me, but with enough coaxing and a whole bottle
of Harpic down its drain, it opens its heart out.
It also recollects the things you never said
It recalls the very reason why you never visited
It laughs at my impunity at trying to frame a make-believe world
where there is still no love lost between us.