Last night’s stains
Forever engrained

A treasured recollection
24 hours pure perfection

Sweaters dry and dull
Resulting from a washing lull

I know you from sight
That dusty night

A sweet exhalation escaping
Clothesline laundry draping

Words sweet and fuzzy
Warmth behind eyes, dustly

I know you from touch
A little linger never clutch

I finish the basket folding
Thoughts already molding

And think of tomorrow
All the other days not a sorrow