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.
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 12:17 PM UTC
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.