When I go to wash my dishes
I swear by the processes inside my cells
That I can still find your lipstick
And I can't imagine breaking these glasses.
It is flaking and pale and mellifluous
A shade of time
Reminiscent of when you left
And locked the door behind you.
The water cracks my hands
As I soak in your memory
The soap leaving nothing but scars
And dirt under my fingernails.
I have grown yellow in the sun
Its rays permeating my skin
Shouting that I am standing still for too long
And that you are always running.
You took everything with you
But the sink and your lipstick stains
That I can trace under the moon
And I am growing tired from standing.
I've been waiting for a lifetime
Breaking dishes under the running water
Hoping you'll taste me over the distance
And I sing a soft tune through my teeth.
Listen to it as the moon shines
Down on your curtains
That blow in the stagnant air
And hear my cry for you.
