My sheets were washed today.
The laundry learned your scent and felt your skin.
The water and chemicals mixed together to wash you away from where I slept in each night.
The thought of you being in my bed was comforting because if you were in my bed, my bed was able to keep you there in my imagination.
I’m not sure what my sheets felt like to you or if your thoughts were strictly
thinking of my
lips on your lips
the sensation of your fingertips on my body
Maybe your head was completely somewhere else all together.
My sheets are a comfort even now that things are over. My sheets still have you on them and when I was in them, it was as if I was lying with you at
night which was my favorite way to sleep.
Maybe the sheets took away an eyelash of yours that I could’ve found and made a wish that my sheets wouldn’t have been washed.
Because now that my sheets have been washed- you and I are gone.
Book of Hours 