In the midst of it all
By paborama
Thu, 27 Feb 2020
- 274 reads
Your hands plunge beneath suds, with the tap plunging rinse waters amongst it all. You held me as I cried, the washing-up sidelined. Now, with my parting, you are free to tidy the dishes. Free to stay by your sink, your house your life; while I roam.
You'll be here.
- Log in to post comments