The soap bar is a gift, you said,
soap friendship is the best.
I loved you for these simple pleasures.
You knew what made me happy and
sometimes, when you felt like it,
you followed through.
Alas, soap friendship cannot last.
Each day I wash my hands
the soap bar is getting thinner.
What made me happy, once,
is now a fragranced track record
of mourning and extinction.