I walked into the laundry mat today,
I had coins in my coat pocket, and my bag in my left hand.
An elderly man held the door for me, and my hearts sank a bit,
I miss you holding doors for me,
I miss your hand being what I hold with my left,
But it was your decision to leave.
I jiggle my coat and heard the clinks, as I grabbed the coins,
I only need eight now,
Since your gone.
I watch the clothes go round and round,
Blue soap mixing with my whites,
A blue rain,
I still have six coins,
I decide to put all my clothes together to dry,
I walk over to the candy dispenser,
Small little sugar fruits,
Runts are what they're called,
I get two handfuls and put them in my right coat pocket,
The flavors of the candies remind me of how you taste,
Smooth and sweet,
But all of a sudden these fruits turn rotten,
As if my right coat pocket has poisoned them,
Just as you're holding her right hand,
Because left hands are lashing,
And now I sit back down and watch my colors wash,
And soon, I'll take all my wet clothes home to dry,
Because tears take time to fade and dry,
But over time,
The job is done.
