She let that water flow at luke warm.
As she squeezed the rag to drain the
excess soapy water.
She scrubs so gentle but so potent.
She washes the cruds of yesterday.
Feeling gloom because she remembers
Things he used to say.
How he loved her so. And she was
Always the only one.
And how she had thought it would be fun.
Soapy. Sudsy. Scrubs.
Tears inevitably flow vigorously.
She remembers there will no
Longer be betraying hugs.
She knows nights up waiting
Will be no more.
Because this time she chose not to
Follow him out that door.
Suds consume her everything.
As she washes the cruds of yesterday.
For it was yesterday he seemed so sure.
And today no more. How could it seem
So pure and today nevermore?
She remembers the good and the bad.
As the soapy water heads down the drain.
She decides to send with it her
Sorrow and pain.
For it is much too heavy of a
Burden to bare.
And a slight crooked smile appears as she
Washed. The. Cruds. Of. Yesterday.

-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016