Bathwater

Sometimes, I hear people talk about how peaceful water can be.
The quiet, the weightlessness
that you feel when you're suspended,
floating to an unknown destination.
Pools, oceans, lakes, and rivers.
No one mentions how lonely bathwater is.
You lay at the bottom,
the floor pressing into your back
as your hair spreads around your head.
You're alone, not even floating.
Only laying.
Only hoping.