committed to creating and posting one poem per day.
October 13, 2012
#1219 drying dishes
i hate drying dishes
but i savour the loneliness
i always washed, and she dried
but now i do both
and think of her
think of the suppers and the laughs and the desserts
my memories, like these dishes
never end
only give temporary reprieve
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