Washing Day
Bubbles, dirty washing churns,
As I watch through the glass door,
the tears in my eyes begin to burn.
I see my life swirling,in a
psychedelic rainbow of pain,
The silk soft undies,
that cost too much.
The velvet skirt,
that he loved to touch.
All are dancing together,
like whirling Dervishes
mocking my feelings.
My tears roll down my
hot cheeks,to drip like rain.
Constantly echoing my pain.
The rinse cycle begins,
Can it rinse away my hurt?
as I try to wash away his scent.
I unload the drier,
Eyes still burning like fire.
Knowing that he's still in my heart.
Tonight, I will try to sleep
in the bed we once shared.
I will bury my tears and pain,
in the pillow where he laid his head.
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