As I fill the washing machine;
I think.

What a memorable scene,
As the washing machine fills
So do my eyes.

Like left over dries,
I think,
How you stained my soul.

With a green breathless dream,
I think.
How you stood next to an open fire,
I think

Your soot stained face,
Stained in every perfect place
I think.

When it turns around,
soap suds are seen.
So are my empty dreams.