As I wring my hand washed laundry,
The air still rings of you.
I think of each word we shared,
Miracously few in hind sight.

My bathroom a dripping mausoleum,
Thoughs of you hanging out to dry.
I was a different person then,
Still convinced I could survive.

I cant wash my mind this way.
As I wade through this confusion,
And into murky waters.
I simply hope you do not forget me.