scotluvsoral
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It drips as I move the dishes through
Soft splashes
Of soapy water,
The scratch of the sponge
Against the ceramic,
And there’s a drip of a faucet that is broken.
I try not to think,
Allow my mind to wander
To thoughts of if you were mine again,
Or if the world was different
As I remove a glass from suds,
And there’s a drip of the faucet that is broken.
There’s always this feeling
That everything is wrong,
Or my insides might implode with flames
That would engulf me as I stand
An inferno blazing in front of this sink,
And there’s a drip of the faucet that is broken.
On the outside
There’s nothing new
To anyone who doesn’t know,
So I convince myself
It is normal to cry into dishwater -
And there’s a drip of the faucet that is broken.
Your picture is lovely and moving and your words are poignant