closure
i still live in the meadow with the bed
underneath the fog and mist
with your belongings surrounding me
old books and childhood photos
in the home that you built with memories of your life
underneath the canopy of the trees
i explore the labyrinth you left me in
stumbling over marigolds and grapefruit
searching for dessert
sink
i thought you trusted yourself
at least for a while
your decisions
your ability to make choices
only trust that which is tangible
so wash your hands with magic soap
let the suds grow large and frothy
creating rivers from your wrists to your elbows
see how it feels and wash it away
letting the suds disappear down the drain
rest your wet hands on the sink
they will always look the same
but will be forever changed
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