I had longed to wash your clothes alongside mine,
For them to share that space outside of ourselves.

And now, I am trying to wash you out of them.
They lay beside mine tainting everything I own
with memories of you.

I had longed to exist alongside you,
Even trapsing behind you would have sufficed.

And now, I am running to keep up;
Begging you to turn around.
But on you go, without me.