June what? Is was the weekend maybe. Maybe last week sometime. Late afternoon I do recall, cause B was on his computer and I had just sat down and leaned back against the headboard and thought, a hot bath would be nice. Maybe I don't want to recall, but this came of it:

Blood flows red and weak in the warm water streaming.
Life flows free and away in the warm air steaming.
I cry in breathless heaves for thoughts that never came.
In childhood they were warped and death simply was.
But never a creation of my own heart and mind.

And I talked to my darling M a day or two later, knowing he was the one who would understand. And it left me crying but feeling better.