My Towel

My towel does not travel

on the days that you are gone.

Instead it hangs upon the wall

face looking blue and long.

It wants to see the bathroom

from a new and different view.

Oh how sad my towel is

Oh, how it misses you!

~To Husband~

Husband has been out of town this week for work.  This has caused a great disruption in my morning, after-shower routine.  Our bathroom does not have the typical towel rack, a space where more than one towel can hang together or side by side.  No, our towels have to travel from one hook, that is close to the shower, to a different hook that resides across the room from the shower.

Normally after I get out of the shower and dry myself (and the cat) off, I walk the four steps across the room to where Husband’s dry and yet to be used towel waits.  I remove Husband’s towel from its hook, put mine in its place, and then walk the four steps back across the room to hang Husband’s towel on the hook closest to the shower door. 

But this week there is no need for such traveling towels.  This morning as I replaced my towel on the same hook I took it from, this poem formed in my head.

My towel is looking forward to your return Husband, and so am I.